Hearing Tessa's voice, Vance shivered imperceptibly. With a frown, he wanted to grab her wrist.

But as soon as Tessa let go of him, she was pushed aside.

"Mr. King, are you all right? Did this hoyden hurt you?"

After a glare at Tessa, the woman blocked between the two and tended to hold Vance's arm.

But he backed and stared at her.

Frightened by his coldness, she put down her hands.

His assistant was also greatly startled.

Although there were many women coveting Vance's beauty, no one had dared to rush into his hug so directly.

Vance would definitely give this girl a harsh punishment!

She might cry for long if a blow was given on her pretty face.

Hurriedly, the kindhearted assistant asked people to take Tessa away, and he himself tried to stop Vance.

"Mr. King, don't be angry. She didn't do that on purpose..."

"Out of my way!"

Vance's tone was stern, and his face was frigid. The assistant was scared into trembling and backed away.

But Tessa had gone.

Vance's gloomy expression made the assistant very nervous.

He had never seen such despondency on Vance's face.

Did Mr. King know that girl?

"I'll look for her right away!"

...

After being pulled away, Tessa still felt confused by the unique smell that lingered in her nose.

"Tessa Wexler!"

A sharp voice awakened her from absentmindedness. Only then did she realize she had been taken to another exhibition hall.

An elegantly-dressed woman was tut-tutting under her breath.

"Why are you here?" She glanced at the two suited men beside Tessa. "What trouble did you make again?"

It was Louise Tiffen, Tessa's aunt.

Tessa didn't bother to reply. Her eyes were covered with moisture, making her look innocent and gentle.

A man didn't have the heart to see her being scolded and explained,

"Not a big deal. Your child bumped into Mr. Vance King by accident."

Louise was startled. "How dare you hurt Mr. King. You... Alas!"

She stamped her foot and then asked tentatively, "May I apologize to Mr. King in person?"

There were not less than 10 women who wanted to approach Vance in a day. So the suited men stared at her indifferently.

"If I were you, I wouldn't approach him. He's very angry now. Perhaps he's looking for this girl's parents or guardians."

As if scalded by hot water, Louise backed hurriedly.

"She looks young, but she's been 18 or 19. Besides, I'm not her guardian..."

When she looked back, she found Tessa had gone far away.

She ran over and dragged Tessa into her car. Patting the backrest, she asked the driver to take them back immediately.

"Tessa, we let you stay in our home for Old Mrs. Wexler's sake. Would you be kind not to cause us any trouble?"

Louise was rather angry.

She went to the gallery with Ashley's painting in the hope that it could be exhibited there.

But Tessa harassed Vance King at this critical moment!

If Vance knew this girl was from the Wexler's, he would definitely disqualify Ashley's painting even if it was a good one.

"Isn't the house my father's?" Tessa asked in confusion as she tilted her head slightly, but her eyes were filled with sarcasm.

Louise's face fell.

"What do you mean? When your father severed his tie with the Wexler's, he said he gave up everything here. Has he cared about the family or Old Mrs. Wexler during these years?"