Eloise's POV:
I put down my pen and looked at the display in front of me.
The paintings would be hung up, and the person with the most votes would receive all the rewards from Atticus. That person would even receive a promotion and pay raise.
However, these weren't that important to me.
After completing this artwork, I clicked the upload button, stretched lazily, and lay back on my chair.
I didn't know if Atticus had left our place, but I'd rather he had left. I didn't want to see him again because I didn't know how to continue getting along with him.
I wouldn't be the only heir of the family. I'd only inherit a little of my wealth, so I didn't have to socialize with him.
However, given the current situation, it was almost impossible for me to avoid contact with him. I didn't know how to face him, but I couldn't see him like this.
