“Lying? I am not lying. I just don’t see the need why he has to know you are here,” I answer which I strongly believe is the truth.

But that smile of his never disappears from his lips, he even mocks, “So, he didn’t know that we met yesterday, huh?”

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of things I need to tend to,” I roll my eyes at him and coldly ignore him.

But he never backs down, “Well, Miss Anderson, I believe your task is to accompany so I can pick a painting for my restaurant here in France.”

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