It was thunder and lightning at night, and Laura Green was not practical at all. In fact, her town was not far from Edinburgh, so it was on the edge of it, so it would be affected by typhoon.

She fell asleep, the phone under the pillow vibrated, and Laura Green touched it. She opened her eyes and looked at them. Her words had not yet turned around, but the words on the screen helped her wake up a little.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, leaning against the bedside.

Sheanswered the phone and said, "Hello!"

"Already asleep?" Paul Green's slightly lazy voice came.

"Mm!" Laura Green replied, her voice still confused.

It was now twelve o'clock, so most of the people should be asleep.

"You're still awake?"

"Mm, do something!"

"..." It's a business or a private matter. Forget it.

"Just saw you call me."

Laura Green's drowsiness had already been chased away. After thinking about it, it seemed like something had happened several hours ago.

"I read the news that there's a strong typhoon on your side, so ... so I called to ask."

On the other end of the phone, Paul William did not say anything, but he seemed to be laughing.

"You're quite concerned about me!" He said after a while, his voice feeling a little teasing.

Laura Green was embarrassed by what he said. She always felt that her mind was especially vulnerable to short circuits.

It was at this moment that there was a lightning bolt outside the window, followed by a roaring thunder, which was especially clear in the silent night.

On the other end of the phone, Paul heard a voice and asked, "Where are you now?"

He had received a call from his mother before and mentioned that the weather in London was good.

"I'm back home. Do something for my grandmother," Laura Green said.

"Mm, are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"It's thunder and lightning. You ran out of the room the last time."

Laura Green was confused. He said that the day she was forced by Blake Green to apologize to Jackson Baker. On that day, she was just emotionally fragile, and still hugged him in the middle of a mess.

"The last time, I just had a nightmare!" Laura Green explained.

"Is that so?" On the other end of the phone, Mr. William's lips curled. "I hope you can sleep well today."

"Mm, you too."

Unconsciously, the conversation between the two of them had narrowed the distance between them.

After hanging up, Laura Green looked at the pouring rain outside the window. There was nothing drowsy and she remembered something. She picked up her phone and sent a text message. It was already 12 o'clock.

In the presidential suite of the five—star hotel, Paul William leaned on a leather chair, his hand just lighting up a cigarette.

The phone on the table rang. He picked it up and looked at it. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There were only two short words on the screen: Happy Birthday.

Hmm, the first blessing.

Put down his phone, and looked at the ticket.

That was Nathan Hill's reservation for tomorrow morning's flight.

Previously, his mother had called him and had to make sure he rushed to London tomorrow night. Even if the flight could not take off tonight, he would still have to take the flight tomorrow.

She had already planned a grand birthday party and had invited a lot of heads and faces in London, leaving him as the main character.

Paul William rubbed his eyebrows. He was only thirty years old, but he was tired of socializing.

To him, a boring banquet was just a waste of time.

...

The next day, the rain cleared.

Laura Green brought the information to the neighborhood committee early in the morning, and then ran to several other department offices. The demolition was a major event, and she had also done her homework before.

When she had finished a series of formalities and finished signing, one day passed.

The mission was successfully completed. Laura Green went to the side of the road and waited for the bus to get home. The first one to get in the car was to call her grandmother and report the situation.

After hanging up, Julia Miller called in again.

As soon as she answered, Julia Miller yelled: "Laura Green, where are you, your little rich lady? Come out and treat me to a big meal!"

Laura Green was confused. Could it be that Julia Miller was talking about the demolition of her grandmother's home?

But it was wrong, how did she know!

As she was being confused, Julia Miller replied, "Forty thousand dollars, you've been rich for a whole night. Why didn't anyone pay a high price for my painting?"

"What did you say?" Laura Green heard some keywords, and some did not believe her ears.

"Tell you, first—hand news from the gallery. The results of the exhibition the day before yesterday came out. Someone paid 400,000 to buy your painting, 200,000!" Julia Miller said with magnificent momentum.

Although it was not the highest price of the transaction, it was shocking enough. It was rare enough for a student girl's painting to be worth so much money!

"Julia Miller, are you telling the truth? Don't make fun of me." Laura Green stood up excitedly, forgetting that she was still on the bus.

Whoever made the pie fall from the sky so big had already knocked her out.

"Really, really, really! Say the important thing three times!" Julia Miller said.

"Right, do you have any other paintings? Send me a few more pictures some other day. Maybe some expert person had foreseen your potential. If one day you were really angry!"

"No problem, just pick it. The key is to tell me who bought my paintings first? I'm outside now, not in London." Laura Green asked anxiously, but she couldn't go to the gallery to ask her what.

"I don't know about this." A small employee of Julia Miller, how could she see the internal guest information?

"Right, don't you know our boss? Ask him. He must know."

This reminded Laura Green, hung up, and quickly called Ethan White.

After the last meeting, the two of them left each other's contacts.

The call was quickly answered. Ethan White was talking to the secretary. When he saw Laura Green's call, he waved to let the secretary go out first.

"Rare, why do you think of calling me?" Ethan White teased.

"I want to trouble you!" Laura Green said straight to the point.

"Mm, you say it!" Ethan White simply did.

"I heard Julia Miller say that someone bought my painting at a high price. Can you help me find out who it is?"

Ethan White listened to her, but as expected, when she called, he had already guessed her purpose.

"Just so curious?" He laughed.

"Then!" Laura Green said as she reached the bus and quickly got out of the car.

She went on to say, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I've never had so much money, and you're also a professional. You should know that my paintings aren't worth much, so I'm more curious about who is acting like this to me. Be generous! "

Ethan White laughed and said, "It looks like you're very grateful to this fool!"

"Right, I have to personally thank him!" Laura Green replied.

"Then if I tell you, I'm the one who's been the blame!"