I Become A CEO After Divorce

Yanis listened to Travis and followed his line of sight, his eyebrows twitching slightly, "Teacher, they would have been ......' Yanis swallowed his words, "It's normal to bring a female companion to such an occasion, don't think too much about it." Travis withdrew his gaze to Yanis, "You really think I'm old?"

Yanis pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

After a long time, Travis' voice rang out again, "If you don't think it's right, then break it off while you can."

Yanis was silent for a moment before she softly mumbled.

Shortly after, Magnus had someone come over and call Yanis to the stage.

A large table was placed on the stage, and the drawing tools and paper were ready.

In fact, in such a short period of time, there is no perfect painting, and there are only a few people present who really know how to paint.

Yanis stood up on the stage, greeted briefly, and his eyes fell on the man standing at the front.

Zane is holding a glass of red wine in one hand, while Neve is standing with his arm.

Meeting his eyes, Yanis kept a calm smile on her face, "What does Mr. Lawrence want me to draw?"

Zane's deep eyes fell on Yanis as if he had just met her.

In the five years they lived together, he never got to know Yanis.

I don't know what she likes and what she doesn't like.

Nor do I know what her specialty is, what she has over the top.

Now she just stands there on the stage, as if she is glowing all around, a light he has never seen before.

"Mr. Lawrence?"

When Yanis spoke for the second time, Zane withdrew his thoughts and looked at Yanis with light eyes, "The complex Miss Thompson can't be drawn for a while, and it doesn't show Miss Thompson's drawing skills.

At this point, Zane paused, and then pulled his hand out of Neve's hand and pushed Neve forward, "Just draw her, not the whole body, but the main face."

Yanis was a little confused when she heard Zane's words.

Before he could adjust his mood, Zane's voice came back, "Can Miss Thompson draw?"

In fact, a simple portrait can take a short time, but for Yanis it is a little easier.

"Can draw."

Zane nodded, "Let's get started then."

"Zane, I......"

"Good boy, just stand here and let her draw."

Before Neve could finish her sentence, Zane interrupted her directly.

Neve's hand at her side tightened and she had to mumble.

Instead of staying by Neve's side, Zane turned to talk to the people around him.

Neve stood and stared at Yanis, who was standing on the stage and already moving her pen, and wanted to go up and tear her apart.

Yanis naturally also felt Neve's cold eyes.

Yanis did not respond, however, and was absorbed in the paper.

Yanis' movements were fluent and smooth, with the right strokes, and the outline of Neve was quickly drawn out.

Yanis has a lens placed next to it, with a large screen behind it.

Every stroke she landed on the stage could be seen by the people below.

Neve knew that Yanis had studied drawing before, but she never expected that Yanis would be so good at it.

Especially when she looked over and saw that Zane was also looking intently at Yanis who was standing on the stage drawing, she wanted to eat Yanis alive.

Because the portrait was the most streamlined, Yanis took a little longer to make it more refined.

At the end of the last stroke, Yanis put down the brush and looked at Neve, who was standing in the same place, "What does Miss Bennett think?"

Neve lifted a raw smile, "Miss Thompson is awesome."

Casual and perfunctory.

"More than impressive, to be able to outline a portrait of everyone in such a short period of time, and also to draw the face so exquisitely, there are few people who can do it, except Travis and a few teachers in the art world, right?"

No sooner had Neve's perfunctory words fallen than Ivan's voice sounded off to the side.

After Ivan said this, he led the applause.

Everyone else applauded and praised.

Yanis owed her body and was just about to leave the stage when a cold voice rang out from the stage, "Wait a minute."

At the sound, Yanis stopped walking and looked over at the sound.

Zane looked to Yanis, "Since Miss Thompson can outline such an exquisite portrait in such a short time, let's trouble Miss Thompson to draw one for me too, just so we can put it together."

At that, Yanis couldn't help but frown.

Neve, who was originally a little upset, finally raised a smile on her face when she heard Zane's words, and turned to take Zane's arm, "Then please ask Miss Thompson to draw one for Zane too. Like this. I'm holding Zane's arm like this."

Yanis looks over at Zane and sees him looking at her too.

Yanis's hand at his side tightened, then retreated his steps and resumed his position in front of the drawing table, pulling the paper on one side of the scroll out a bit and starting to sketch Zane's outline quickly with his brush.

While drawing Neve just now, Yanis would look up at her from time to time.

But throughoutthe drawing of Zane, Yanis did not look up.

Because Zane, the man's face is all engraved in her mind, the pencil is formed.

Yanis spent a little less time painting Zane than he did Neve's portrait.

After Yanis put down his pen, there was silence on the stage.

Finally, I don't know who led the applause first, before a thunderous applause rang out from the stage again.

Neve, who was in a happy mood, had a very embarrassed expression on his face at this time.

Yanis got off the stage and walked right up to Travis, "Teacher, I have things to do here so I'll go back first." Travis nodded, "Have Bonnie come pick you up?"

"Yanis ."

As soon as Travis spoke, Ivan's voice rang out, "Want to go? I'll walk you."

Ivan came here just to attend for the Baxter family, and said hello to Magnus to complete the task.

Yanis responded and looked to Travis, "Teacher, just have Ivan drop me off."

Travis, who also knew Ivan, nodded, "Then I'll ask Xie to see Yanis off."

Ivan nodded, "Don't worry, I'll get Yanis back safely."

"Let's go."

Yanis and Ivan left the scene side by side.

A shady one in the crowd fell on the two people leaving side by side, slightly narrowing their eyes.

The coldness in his eyes was evident.

Neve, who was standing beside Zane, watched Yanis' back as he left, and a flash of ruthlessness passed through his eyes, then blinked away. "Zane, I'm a little sick, why don't you take me back?"

Zane withdrew his eyes, pulled his arm out of Neve's hand and waved towards Albi, who was standing off to the side.

Albi took a few steps over, "Mr. Lawrence."

"Send Miss Bennett back."

Neve was stunned, "Zane, aren't you going to take me back?"

Zane said in a soft voice, "I'm not done here yet, so it's not appropriate to leave early."