Chapter 239

I took a deep breath and decided to talk to Mr. Mitchell on an even deeper level. I hoped that I could touch the passion and commitment to garden architecture that was in his heart. "Mr. Mitchell, do you know something? I've always felt that gardens aren't just made up of architecture and plants. It's more like a moving painting, a world that's rich with emotions and stories. "As a master of Napelian paintings, you must be able to understand even more about the allure of a perfect merging between art and practicality." I looked intently at Mr. Mitchell, hoping that he could see my dedication and hunger for this project in my eyes. After Mr. Mitchell heard this, there was a flash in his eyes. He put his teacup down and seemed to sink in deep thought. I knew that I had touched a sensitive spot. Experts in the academic world wouldn't care about money. That was just a worldly thing to them. They were like drifting icebergs who needed someone who understood them to reach out. I could