Chapter 270 Philip's Aptitude

Wesley instantly grasped her intention. However, observing Sandra's feigned nonchalance, he felt a pang of heartache. "Joey." "Yes?" "Increase the temperature of the warm breeze." The weather has turned cold. But she should be enveloped in warmth. Soon, the carriage grew warm. Tiny beads of sweat formed on Sandra's forehead. She cast a reproachful glance at Wesley. ... All the artists had gathered, while the media reporters were snapping photos feverishly. However, the appearance of Nicholas and Megan surprised the reporters. Weren't these two scientists? What were they doing here? Could it be that they came to purchase paintings? Meanwhile, Devon disguised himself as a janitor, picking up a piece of garbage and throwing it into the trash truck. Upon hearing the reporters' discussions, he glanced over in their direction. When he saw Nicholas, he was devoid of any emotion. However, upon seeing Megan, his fists suddenly clenched, and his eyes revealed a complex array o