"Aiya, never mind, regardless of whether it has any collectible value, if I like it, I'll bid on it!" Mia Foster was clearly impulsive, dragging Titus Zane along, turning around, and walking forward again, while continuously muttering to herself.
"Do you know? That jerk Felix Shaw belittled me for not having feminine charm, nor an artistic sense. Today I'm going to prove to him that I indeed have an artistic sense!"
Mia Foster said fiercely, and then suddenly stopped, tightened her grip on Titus Zane's wrist that she was holding, and said seriously, "Whether we can get Felix depends on you now!"
Titus Zane...
Suddenly felt a sense of heavy responsibility upon her.
Only that—
She and Mia Foster were not familiar with each other.
Before she had a chance to speak, she heard Mia Foster say, "I trust your judgment. You're in the arts, so you definitely have a better eye than a profiteer like me."
That remark made Titus Zane both want to laugh and cry.
