Logan Ray's gaze fell on Mia Foster's extended right hand, and he hesitated briefly before shaking it.
Titus Zane knew that he had a germ phobia, perhaps because the two of them had grown up together as childhood sweethearts, neither of them liked physical contact with the opposite sex.
"Is this the one you mentioned?" After greeting Logan Ray, Mia Foster warmly hooked Titus Zane's arm and stood in front of the oil painting, scrutinizing it closely.
In fairness, she didn't particularly like this type of portrait, especially such vivid ones; hanging it on the wall at home would feel like displaying someone else's photo, which would feel quite awkward.
However, Mia Foster could tell that Titus Zane had a special relationship with the artist of the painting, so she nodded continuously in admiration, "Nice, I really like it."
The price tag was just fifty thousand, and she was willing to do a favor.
