The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 125

Just when everyone was confused, Kayla stood in front of a quirky-dressed man. She looked shy, her eyes filled with reverence, and her voice choked. "I have admired you for a long time. You are my life mentor, and your work is the home of my soul."

"Oh my, is she confessing?" The crowd suddenly stirred, and some even took out their phones to record this shocking moment.

People thought, 'She is the rightful heir of the Vanderbilt family. Did she spend a fortune on a painting just to express her feelings for her love? Wait, who is that strangely dressed man?'

Everyone looked at the nameplate on the man's table and was astonished. 'Is he actually Nion? This is unbelievable. Can such an odd person really create such amazing art?' Everyone couldn't help but admire Kayla.

Someone said, "It seems Ms. Vanderbilt does value the artistic soul above all else. Otherwise, how could she say such words while facing such a man?"

The man was equally surprised by the sudden confession from the top-tier socialite. When Kayla smiled back at him earlier, he thought she was just being polite. He never expected that she actually liked him, calling him her life mentor and soul's home.

He grinned widely, unable to contain his joy. He looked peculiar, and his voice was similarly strange. "I really didn't expect this. Ms. Vanderbilt, you actually like me so much."

Kayla nodded earnestly, tears shimmering in her eyes. "I like you, and I love your work even more."

"My work?" The man was taken aback. "If you like my work, why didn't you bid for it from the start? Instead, it ended up going unsold."

This time, Kayla was stunned. She looked down at the painting she held like a treasure. "Isn't your work right here? I was hoping you could personally sign it for me."

The man looked down, feeling a bit awkward. "Ms. Vanderbilt, are you mistaken?"

"What?" Kayla and Marissa both exclaimed in shock.

The man smirked smugly, "But since you like me so much, and I am your life mentor and soul's home, why didn't you bid on my work?"

"Which is your work?" Kayla could no longer smile.

The man, still not understanding what was happening, continued to smile in a greasy and self-satisfied way. "It's the first item for auction, that sculpture."

Kayla recalled that hideously ugly sculpture. Though she remained silent, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning and was about to faint.