Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica)

Chapter 155

"Settle this matter right away." Jeff scolded.

After Jeff left, Lambert sat on the sofa and stared at Jeff's figure pensively.

Since he was a child, he was called a bastard and was treated with disdain.

Later, he moved to the Old Residence and lived with Jeff.

At an early age, he had learned to observe what was said and what was going on.

Lambert knew that his grandpa engaged in phrase-mongering at that time, so he tried to learn painting.

He had been studying very hard and achieved moderate success, so he was deeply in grandpa's favor.

But Oliver had been running counter to the Williams family since he was a child and never took them

seriously.

Even when Oliver was physically disabled, he was still called back to be the president of the Williams

Group. However, as the eldest grandson of the Williams Group, Lambert, was never considered as the

heir of the Williams Group.

This time, as soon as something happened to Oliver, he could tell that his grandpa was nervous.

Although he always scolded Oliver in front of them for being disrespectful and unworthy, he still loved

Oliver the most at the critical moment.

In the end, he was considered a mistress' child who was not perfectly justifiable.

Thinking of this, Lambert smiled coldly.

At this moment, he heard someone knock on the door.

Lambert thought Jeff was back, so he stood up and opened the door.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Jessica.

"Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

"I have something to ask you for help."

"Just call me if you need anything. You don't have to come here especially. You haven't been in good

health. You should be at home to recuperate."

Jessica was stunned. How could brother know that she had been unwell? She had only been in a car

accident before and only hurt her brain, but her limbs were fine.

Looking up, she saw a set of four paintings of plum blossoms, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum

hanging on the wall.

It looked familiar, and the technique of painting was similar to her usual habits.

The last time she came here, she didn't notice it. She didn't know when it hung up.

"Brother, did you draw the painting on the wall yourself?" Jessica asked.

Lambert probably understood what she was thinking and said, "This was drawn by a good friend of

mine in the past."

"I think these paintings are delicate. They look like a woman's paintings, but the picture effect is not

very mature. I don't know if I have offended your friend by saying that."

He smiled and said, "Your eyes are sharp."

Temporarily focusing on the painting on the wall, Jessica returned to the original topic.

"I came to see you because I saw the news about Oliver on the Internet. You're his brother. I hope you

can help him."

"How do you want me to help?"

"I don't know exactly what happened to Oliver, but I don't want anything bad to happen to him before he

comes back," Jessica said worriedly.

"So, no matter what Oliver did, you can forgive him?"

Jessica nodded firmly.

She believed him. No matter what happened, she was willing to share it with him.

Just like the oath they made in front of the priest.

"I'm afraid you'll regret it," Lambert said.

Because Jessica had told him before that she hated Oliver, but there was nothing she could do.

What Oliver had done to her, both physically and mentally, was really hurt.

Now, when he saw her solemn manner, his heart was filled with unspeakable jealousy and anger.

He had learned to hide his emotions for a long time, so he smiled, "Whatever you want me to do, I

promise you."

When she heard Lambert speak like this, she felt goosebumps all over her body and said, "Then I

thank you for Oliver."

When Jessica returned to GrandVille Apartments, she remembered the paintings hanging in Lambert's

office.

She went to the study, took out writing brushes, ink sticks, paper, and inkstones, and prepared to draw.

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It was similar to other stagecrafts. A minute on the stage took ten-year practice. The painting also

emphasized skills.

Those who were good at painting, painted quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately. Especially the freehand

brushwork painting tested the painting skills.

Jessica didn't know what was the level she was now, but her eyes were sharp, mainly because she had

seen too many good paintings when she was a child.

So when she saw Oliver's office with a few paintings that were not as good as his own, Jessica was

confused.

Maybe the person who painted had a special meaning to Lambert. Hanging these paintings was

definitely not because of the skills.

Jessica practiced painting on waste paper and began to draw plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and

chrysanthemum.

Just after a few strokes, when she saw the picture on the white rice paper, she became even more

confused.

'Why is the painting that I drew so similar to the paintings hanging in Lambert's office?'

'Could it be that I and his friend were taught by the same teacher?'

The next day, she called Hayden and asked him to come to GrandVille Apartments to teach her to

draw.

As soon as Hayden arrived, he saw Jessica drawing with an absent-minded expression.

He also heard about Oliver on the news, so he asked, "Is Mr. Williams okay?"

Jessica forced a smile and nodded.

There were some things that she didn't want others to know too much, especially about Oliver.

"Mr. Halper, you should have students all over the country," Jessica said.

"I have a lot of students. Many of them have already surpassed me in the drawing. I feel inferior to

myself."

"Is Lambert your student too?"

Hayden was stunned for a moment. "Oh, Lambert, I did teach him."

He spoke slowly, afraid that he had said something wrong.

Jessica immediately took out the plum blossoms, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum that she had

drawn yesterday.

"Mr. Halper, have you seen these paintings?"

"Didn't you draw these before? Why do you take back?"

After saying that, he realized that he spoke out of turn.

Then he remembered that Lambert told him not to let Jessica know that he bought these paintings she

painted.

Jessica said, "I just drew these yesterday."

Hayden was embarrassed at the moment. He was so stupid that he couldn't even tell the new painting

from the old one.

It was mainly because he was too surprised just now, so he didn't think so much. When Jessica asked

casually, he almost spilled the beans.

People who only knew how to draw for a lifetime were mostly pure, and even when they were old, they

were not calculating.