Chapter 37 – Masturbation
I bited my lips when my phone vibrated again. It's lucky our table is very long like in Harry Potter's dinner time, my father continued to eat so with my mother. Thank God they didn't seem to feel the vibration.
"As I was saying, there's an art collecter who wants to negotiate with you, Veronica," My father started and I nodded in response, "Who?" I asked.
"Sir Morrison," he answered simply and my brow creased because I don't know him. He seemed to read my expression so my father talked, "He's an american art collector. He's quite rich and can provide you a bright future we need."
"What are his requirements?" I asked and drink my wine at the side. I tilted the wine glass when it's not enough and our maid standing behind me refilled it immediately.
"We don't k
