Chapter 762: Chapter 762: Identity Exposed
Xaviera knew Lester Bank would attend the exhibition, but how could Tracy Swift have the nerve to be present?
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The organizer noticed that Xaviera was staring at Tracyâs name and explained: âMiss Hayin, this Miss Swift is Mr. Lester Bankâs disciple, so the exhibition made an exception to let her participate and provide one piece of artwork.â
Xaviera appeared indifferent. It wasnât surprising that Tracy and Lester had become master and disciple againâit was only natural since they had the same interests.
However, the last time they were at Fragrant House, she had tested Tracy and found that she couldnât paint. How could her skill level have improved enough to participate in the exhibition in just a few days?
After a moment of reflection, Xaviera figured it out. Lester was fond of having others paint for him, and he had so many disciples. It wouldnât be difficult for him to find one to paint for Tracy without anyone noticing.
Xaviera continued to scan the list of names but didnât see the one she was looking for. Disappointed, she asked, âMr. Cold Night hasnât arrived yet?â
The organizer looked surprised. âYou mean, Mr. Cold Night?â
âYes!â Xaviera didnât understand.
The organizer gave the naive-looking girl a meaningful look. âMiss Hayin, since you and Mr. Cold Night are so close, you should know whether heâs coming or not!â
Although Mr. Cold Night hadnât arrived, he had previously called saying that he would attend with Miss Hayin!
Xaviera didnât show any surprise at these words and casually explained, âI donât actually know Cold Night. I chose this name just because I am a fan of his!â
The organizer frowned, looking at the words âmarried coupleâ under her information and became lost in thought: ââŚâ
Xaviera continued, âI know many people think weâre master and disciple, but we really donât know each other. I just admire him, so I wanted to ask if heâs coming.â
The organizerâs eyes were filled with confusion. I know youâre not master and disciple, but arenât you husband and wife?
Taking a deep breath, the organizer said, âI donât know when Mr. Cold Night will be coming, but you must know.â
Xaviera: â?â Wasnât my explanation clear enough? Iâve already said that we donât know each other. Why doesnât this organizer believe me?
Helplessly, Xaviera returned to the hall and saw Caleb waiting for her by the door. The tall, upright man was wearing a black trench coat that radiated a noble aura, attracting the passionate gazes of countless women.
Seeing her man being eyed by others, Xaviera hurriedly ran over to him, âCaleb!â
Caleb slightly raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the direction from which she came, teasing her, âMrs. Mamet, did you go to the restroom?â
Xaviera didnât notice anything wrong and blurted out, âYes, didnât I just say that?â
Caleb smirked, âXaviera, the restrooms are on the left side of the hall, and you went to the right. Even if you realized you were going the wrong way, you would have to pass through the hall to reach the restrooms on the left side. Did you fly over there?â
Xaviera was dumbfounded: ââŚâ She was caught red-handed lying!
Calebâs light brown eyes were filled with laughter, âI heard Miss Hayin is a very young girl. Today, as the rumors say, she is indeed very young!â
Steve Price wondered, âWhere is Miss Hayin? I havenât seen her.â
As soon as his words fell, Xaviera looked up with shock and disbelief at Caleb, realizing that he had known all along!
Caleb looked down, and their gazes met. Xaviera shivered, knowing she couldnât hide the truth any longer. She obediently said, âCaleb, I was going to tell you, but I forgot. If it werenât for Tracy Swift, I wouldnât even remember that I can paint!â
âI just did these two pieces casually, so I didnât tell you about them. You can understand, right?â
Caleb carelessly replied, âMrs. Mamet, your memory isnât very good! How could you forget about such a thing?â
Xaviera nodded her head like a pecking chicken, all seriousness on her face.
Steve Price secretly commented, âMrs. Mamet, you should tell the truth. Donât think you can escape by giving a casual explanation. The last time the CEO asked me if I had forgotten something, I said yes, and he casually replied: âIf your memory is so poor, what use are you? Go practice on a deserted island first!'â
At that moment, Steve couldnât help but worry about Mrs. Mamet. How could her delicate body endure training on an isolated island? She would definitely faint!
The next second, Caleb glanced at Steve and then smiled lightly, âXaviera must have been too busy to remember. I wonât blame you.â