After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billionaire
It was a sorrowful grayscale painting by the late Mandrel Adeline.
Its haunting but colorful outlook depicted a lone figure standing in a vast, space, with his hands stretched toward something unseen and seeming forever out of reach. She inhaled slowly, knowing what it meant.
“Still staring?” Malcolm's soft, dulcet voice called Zoe out of her thoughts, and she turned to see him watching her, while holding two wine glasses in his hand.
“I didn’t know you collected CGI artifacts,” she said instead, tearing her gaze away from the paintings, and to the right side where the most fascinating objects stole her attention even more.
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