Revenge On My First Love

Chapter 542 You Are An Excellent Actor

Chapter 542 You Are An Excellent Actor

"You've been drawing at home recently. Do you plan to have an art exhibition?"

Drake was amused. "Did you see my pictures?"

Nodding, Sophia answered, "Go ahead. I'll find a place for your exhibition later."

"OK."

Sophia had not known before that he was fond of drawing and painting. Anyway, it was a good thing

that Drake had a hobby. She fully supported him.

Drake was good at drawing. He finished the picture quickly, but it fully showed his excellent skills.

When he had plenty of works, Sophia started looking for a venue for his art exhibitions.

Much to her surprise, she went to several places, but managers told her they had been fully reserved in

recent months.

Sophia was annoyed and asked, "Fully reserved? You just don't want to rent it to me, do you? Do you

think I lack money to pay for it?"

"Not really, Ms. Lawson. Please..."

Before the owner finished his words, Sophia corrected him, "Please call me Mrs. Riley!"

Rashad had not changed his family name, so everyone knew to whom Mrs. Riley was referring.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Riley. I was told to do so by my supervisor. Please forgive us."

Sophia was not a fool. She would not have taken it seriously if only one or two galleries or showrooms

had turned her down. However, all of them rejected her, which meant they were being manipulated by

someone.

In Sealand, besides Drake, only Rashad could do it. Sophia had never seen the King of the World, nor

had she heard anything about him from Drake, so she did not think the King of the World had done it.

Drake would never have done it to himself. Rashad, therefore, was the manipulator.

Sophia was about to speak again, when a man suddenly entered the gallery.

"Why are you here, Sophia?"

The scene was familiar to Sophia, and reminded her of her encounter with Roman. However, the

situation back then was different.

At that time, after seeing that Drake lost power in Riley Group, many believed he was down and

trampled on him. Yet this time, it was Rashad who had those men make things difficult for Drake.

"Mr. Witt, you should know why I'm here."

Rashad noticed that Sophia had previously called him by his first name, but now, she called him Mr.

Witt. They had grown more distant.

"I don't quite understand, Sophia. I happened to take a detour around the place and saw you here, so I

came to say hello. I thought you needed help. What do you mean by saying so?"

Gazing at him, Sophia asked, "Don't you know?"

Rashad shook his head slightly.

Probably, he was too good at acting. Or, probably, he had nothing to do with it.

Sophia, however, believed him to be the manipulator.

"Mr. Witt, why did you think I might need some help?"

Her question made Rashad's pupils constrict. The next second, he relaxed.

"I have no idea. I was only asking. I can help you if you need any help. If not, I'll leave."

"No, I don't," Sophia refused.

Rashad did not expect her to reject him outright. He aimed to stay, but hesitated.

Gazing at the manager, Sophia said, "Listen. I will remember what you do today. In the future, if you

need anything from me, you can't blame me for being heartless."

After warning him, Sophia left the gallery.

The manager felt an intense headache. He refused Sophia according to his supervisor's order. In fact,

no one was willing to offend someone like Sophia.

He would be fired if he disobeyed his supervisor. He did not want to lose his job, anyway.

Shortly after, Rashad caught up with Sophia.

"Sophia, I asked the gallery manager. He said you were looking for a place to hold an art exhibition. Is RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

it your art exhibition?"

Sophia stopped in mid-step and stared at him as if she had seen through him.

Rashad grew tense under her gaze. He had to admit that Sophia was different from other women, and

that she was too shrewd to be deceived.

However, he would not admit what he had done.

"I heard you'd asked many galleries and exhibition centers, but someone stopped you from renting one.

Why didn't you come to me?"

Sophia asked, sneering, "That's your purpose, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about, Sophia?"

"Stop pretending. I've been to a few places. I am sure you know it. You should know my every single

movement."

"Sophia, I don't know what you mean."

Sophia mocked coldly, "Don't you know what I mean? Rashad, you've improved your acting. You are

indeed an excellent actor."

Rashad looked worried and dazed, and did not seem to follow her.

Sophia, however, did not think him innocent. "Now only you can stop Drake from holding an art

exhibition. You are behind this, aren't you? You just wish I could go to you and beg you for help, don't

you?"

"How ridiculous! Even if I put Drake's artwork on the street, I wouldn't beg you for help."

Sophia was fiery and blunt, and Rashad knew it. Her words, however, disturbed him.

"Sophia!"

Rashad followed her.

"I don't know why you've misunderstood me. It was normal for Drake to meet difficulties without the

protection of the Riley family. You cannot think I have something to do with them. I've never done it for

real."

Sophia did not stop, but walked on without looking back.

"All right. I shall not mind if you do not want to ask me for help. I am willing to help you. I can make

calls now."

Before he raised his phone, Sophia pressed him to stop him.

"No need."

"Please don't be so stubborn, Sophia. I'll also be happy to see Drake hold an art exhibition."

"Happy?" Sophia laughed as if he had told a great joke. "Are you sure you'll be happy for real?"

"Sophia, I know you are unhappy after Grandpa gave the Riley family to me. But we cannot disobey

Grandpa..."

Before he had finished speaking, Sophia stopped him with a gesture.

"Stop telling me those things. Rashad, you are truly hateful. Don't show up in my face again."

Then she left quickly.

Rashad gazed at her figure, his eyes growing cold and ghastly. He had done so much for her.

'No problem, Sophia. And that's just the start. You are bound to leave Drake, and come to me

hereafter.'

Drake did not know that Sophia had ever met Rashad, and Sophia had never mentioned looking for a

gallery for his art exhibition.

Drake had never talked about holding an art exhibition. When he had time, he painted a lot.

Sophia went to his art studio every day after work to admire his paintings.

Holding her hand, Bonnie said, "Papa is awesome. Look, Mommy! That's me."