#Chapter 183: Show Time

Almara’s Pov I just finished my latest painting when Arthur entered the room. He has his head down and eyes glued to his phone, which has been his usual posture for the last week ever since Roman said he would be giving Arthur’s share of the funds to Robert. Of course, Robert has been posting every extravagant item he’s purchased, every decadent meal, expensive designer clothing bought, and every other good that money can buy. “Falling into the comparison trap again?” I ask, dunking my brush into a cup of murky water. Arthur sighs and tosses his phone on the bed. “My father knew that Robert would squander every cent given to him. I just can’t understand why he’s doing it.” “Because he also knew that Robert would show off every single thing he buys and you would eventually see it, in the hopes to make you jealous and come crawling back to him.” I point out and remove my smock. “Is it working?” “No,” Arthur says sharply. Then he looks past me and at the painting behind me. His eye