Chapter 67

"Noelle, the day you walked out of the Ashford residence, you only took a few personal belongings, so here are some important items you might've forgotten," Conner said. As he finished speaking, she remembered an oil painting that was left in the study that she had spent months working on. Just finding the right paints had taken pulling a lot of strings. "I'm going to the Ashford residence to get it now," she said, arching a brow. What she didn't expect was for Conner to use it as leverage. He threatened, "Noelle, help the Novara Corporation this one time, and I'll have it delivered to the Spencer residence." She wasn't naive. What he really meant was, unless she agreed to help, that painting that she had worked on for half a year would be gone for good. Noelle clenched her teeth, but she had gotten used to Conner's games by now. Otherwise, she might've completely lost it. He knew her too well. Everything in that study was something she would never let go of. Since it was all