Winters thought for a moment and said slowly: "My idea is that as a guest, I should not be treated like this."

Two rolls of painted paper were thrown towards Winters, but the throwing party was not strong, and the painted paper was not a javelin, so it was easily caught by Winters.

"Can the guest ask for my work after humiliating me?" Anna walked over with several large rolls of painted paper and stuffed the painted paper to Winters: "Give it all to you!"

"Others can't represent me, I have never had any frivolous thoughts about you. On the contrary, you are very rude to me." Winters replied in a humble manner: "If you don't want to give me the painting, I can buy it. But to be honest, compared to before, I don't respect you so much now."

Anna is really getting madly angry now.

"Or why do you slap me again?" Winters asked quietly.

This sentence is full of sarcasm, Anna is completely mad, and then she...she cried.

Yes, Anna was so angry that she cried.

Squatting on the ground and crying.

Winters was stunned.

He was stunned and at a loss.

"Hey? Why are you crying?"

"Aren't you pretending to cry?"

The other party cried even louder.

"What's the matter? I'm innocent."

"If your servant hears it, I can't wash it clearly...you can't wash it clearly either."

Still no effect.

Winters also squatted on the ground and asked tentatively: "Why... I slap you too, we will even?"

"You fight!" Anna raised her head, sobbing, weak, helpless, and fierce.

Finally it worked.

"I won't hit... a lady." Winters originally wanted to say that he wouldn't hit a woman, but when he thought of Sophia, there were also many assassins like Sophia, so he changed the woman to a lady.

Anna stopped crying, her eyes red, and she sniffed her nose without any ladylike image and asked Winters: "You said you want to buy me, right?"

"I can buy it, you can offer it."

"Don't let the lion speak out," Winters thought to himself: "I have to ask Uncle Giovanni to reimburse him."

"You'll know the price." Anna glared at Winters and pushed him out of the studio.

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On the way home, Antonio said to Winters with emotion: "Miss Navare is indeed very good. I think if she was not a woman, she would definitely have achieved something."

"Didn't you just told me a few days ago that it was a widow who supported half of Venetta?" Winters retorted.

"Yes, I'm talking about widows." Antonio smiled: "If Miss Navare becomes a widow, she will do something even more."

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In the Navare Manor, Anna buried her head in Madam Navare's arms, and her face could no longer tell that she had cried just now.

"Are you very familiar with the young man named Winters?" Mrs. Navare asked casually.

"No, we only met for the second time today." Anna replied absent-mindedly.

"What do you think of him?"

"not good!"

Mrs. Navare said to Anna seriously: "I know his mother and have met his father. He has the blood of a northerner. We don't marry the northerner. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!