As soon as she entered the room, she sat on the sofa. Her mind was blank. Sitting there in a trance for a long time, she leaned back onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.
Pablo Picasso's exquisite, luxuriant, and unmistakably indulgent painting adorned the ceiling.
"Hmm," Tara Summer unwittingly let out a laugh. She really forgot to ask Liam Yancey, how could he bear to use such paintings on the ceiling?
You should know, a masterpiece like this, no amount of money can buy!
"Heh…" She laughed again. Just as she was about to shut her eyes, the door clicked open.
Tara didn't look up. She already knew who it was.
"What's got you so cheerful?" Liam Yancey paced in, the steady sound of his footsteps halting in front of the sofa.
The man stood with one hand in his pocket. His superior posture, looking down at her lying on the sofa.
Tara looked at him. His deep black eyes caught her gaze like a whirlpool, making it impossible for her to look away.
