Chapter 273

The pictures of the artwork Edmund sent over were from veteran artists who were supposedly having an exhibition in Westchester soon. After going through them individually, Sylvia said, “The ones you picked are really good.” Edmund sent her a voice message. “Really? It seems like I have excellent taste.” Sylvia giggled and replied the same. “Yeah.” “I think they are quite fancy, but I don’t know how to put them in words. Can you explain them to me? So that I can act cool in front of the others.” “Sure,” said Sylvia with a smile. She then voice-messaged him her explanation of the paintings. She offered him a detailed explanation of her own thoughts for each and every painting. On the other end of the chat, Edmund was on the couch listening to her voice as if it was some classical music piece. He softly closed his eyes, enjoying the angelic tune in his ears. That was until Harry came over. “Master Price?” Edmund glared at him. “Shut up.” Harry awkwardly zipped his mout