A MISTAKE

Emerald wore a loose silk blouse with a tied collar, her hair loosely pulled back. She looked pure and elegant—even with minimal makeup, just a swipe of lipstick and a slight touch-up on her brows, she still looked stunning.

"Mr. Florida, Mr. Allegre," Emerald greeted coolly.

Ethan exhaled smoke, his voice rough. "Emerald, you seem completely unfazed by our breakup."

She looked even more captivating than before, and the sight only fueled his anger.

Ericson entered a bit awkwardly. "Ms. Greene, just give them all the paintings."

He opened the trunk, revealing a number of paintings inside, touching some of them carefully.

"Honestly, I really like these paintings, and you've taken good care of them."

Ethan, losing patience, cut in, "There's still six million left. How are you going to pay it?"