Chapter 1193

“Okay.” Well, he was a sight for sore eyes, still. The man seemed very grateful. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Dior led him to pay and wrap up the painting. After the man had left, the assistant asked, “Ms. Granger, you sold off your painting at such a low price?” “I don’t care about money.” Dior flipped her hair. “I care about people.” The assistant thought to herself, ‘Okay. You’re rich, so you do you.’ Dior reclined on the seat as her bright eyes stared at the back of the leaving man… She felt almost heartbroken. It was not until the man had vanished from her sight that she turned around to hand out her card to the assistant. “Use my card to fill up the remaining amount.” Although she owned this gallery, there were two other partners. They had to keep the numbers right. After sorting out everything, Dior drove back to the hospital. Her eyes wandered as she stopped before the traffic light, yet among the crowd, she noticed the same man from the museum... He ha