Chapter 438

"Why are you shouting so much? Are you trying to ruin the gallery's reputation by letting our guests see you acting like a crazy woman?" scolded the gallery manager after walking over.

The lady greeter immediately dropped the attitude when she saw the gallery manager. "Sorry, sir. There's a woman who's causing trouble here. She didn't dress according to the dress code. but she insisted on going in," she said innocently.

The gallery manager took one look at Corinne and his face immediately changed. He bowed to her and said servilely, "Miss Carew, you're here!"

The lady greeter was stunned and bewildered. "Sir, who's-"

Corinne smiled. "Yes, I'm here but your gallery doesn't seem to welcome someone who's dressed like me."

The gallery manager smiled awkwardly before he glared at the lady greeter for offending Corinne. He then quickly apologized to her, "I'm so sorry about the staff, Miss Carew. She's just a temp so she's not familiar with the gallery's rules yet. Please don't get angry. I promise I'll fire her immediately."

"I'm not interested in the gallery's human resource issues so it's up to you whether want

you to fire her or not. But you should know that art is for the masses and not only for the rich. How people want to dress is only up to them so you shouldn't encourage a corporate culture of judging people by their clothing here," said Corinne languidly.

The gallery manager nodded his head repeatedly and smiled ingratiatingly. "Yes, you're right, Miss Carew. We'll learn from this lesson and train the staff properly."

Corinne raised an eyebrow. "May I go in now?"

"Of course, of course. This way, please, Miss Carew," said the manager respectfully.

Corinne entered the gallery at a leisurely pace.

The lady greeter watched in bewilderment as Corinne went in. Then she asked the gallery manager quizzically, "Sir, who's that b*tch?"

"You better watch your mouth! That woman is Miss Carew, our most esteemed guest. Don't you know that anyone who crosses her will be in serious trouble?!" reprimanded the gallery

manager.

'What? So the VIP guest the gallery manager has been waiting for is this inappropriately dressed woman?' The lady greeter found that hard to believe so she asked the manager again, But she doesn't look like she has money! Sir, who exactly is she?"

The gallery manager looked disgustedly at the foolish lady greeter and said coldly, "That's not something you need to know. I'm now officially letting you know that you are fired. Go to the accounts department to get your final paycheck and leave right away. Our gallery doesn't need someone as shallow and vulgar as you to work for us."

The lady greeter was dumbfounded. She never imagined the gallery manager would fire her so she started to panic. "Sir, please don't fire me. I didn't mean to do it. Please give me another

chance."

The gallery manager ignored her pleas, shook off her hands, and dusted the spot where she touched him with a disgusted expression on his face. He then turned around and quickly went back into the gallery to hobnob with the VIPS.

"Sir," Anger and resentment filled the lady greeter's heart but alas, she still crying had no choice but to go to the accounts department to get her final paycheck.

The gallery was playing soothing, classical music and the guests who came were mainly there for the more famous and iconic paintings.

Corinne stood alone in a place where there were fewer people and looked at the still-life painting hanging on the wall with a thoughtful expression on her face. To be honest, she was

not very

interested in this kind of commercial art exhibition, and the only reason she was there was because she heard Michel would be attending the exhibition as well.

According to the information Marvin gave her, Michel was her mother's art teacher and the only lead she had who could give her more clues as to who her mother was. Therefore, she wanted to take this opportunity to ask Michel about her mother.

'Who's my mother? Who were the people chasing after her? Is she still alive? There are so many questions I want to ask him,' thought Corinne.

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