Chapter 20

"I won't draw it." As soon as Eliza finished speaking, she tried to climb down the ladder, but Sam kicked one leg up, blocking the ladder. His eyes were wide open, he beckoned to her with one finger and said lowly, "I'm the employer, you will draw whatever I ask you to!" They had clearly agreed that she wouldn't draw such things, was this bratty gangster regretting it, or was this his plan all along? Eliza glanced at the slowly approaching group of young men. Their lean or fat bodies wrapped in black vests, all of them had vivid tattooed beasts on their arms. Looking outside, it was a desolate landscape; except for Sam's car, there was not a second transportation around—she must have been confused when she agreed to come here with him! "Are you sure you want me to cover this wall with these things?" After thinking for a while, she asked earnestly. "Yes." Seeing her compromise, Sam looked much happier. He took his leg down and pointed at the wall while making a circular motion, "Paint i