Chapter 66: Short Of Money

Only by the evening did Emily know that the Britt Group was affected by the news of Elsie. All the orders that the company had managed to obtain were cancelled. Even the biggest project was likely to be terminated.

Beverly and Elsie were both injured and were locked up in the room, not allowed to go out. Only doctors and maids went in and out. Even Maury did not go in anymore. Men were sent guarding outside the door

Dinner was prepared by a new maid. Emily did not see Susan, so she took a look at the kitchen. The butler noticed her gaze and explained in a soft voice, "Susan asked for leave. Her face is pretty swollen. She will be back the day after tomorrow."

Emily paused for a moment, and nodded lightly. Then she nibbled at her meal.

Eliot was busy with the company and didn't come back at night.

The Britt Group was going through a great change. It aimed at different markets and adopted new marketing strategies. Even its targeted customers were not the same. This was undoubtedly a gamble. All the small and medium-sized enterprises in City Y sat by and watch the Britt Group, waiting to see whether it would rise or fall.

Eliot sold all of his real assets at a discount and bought U.S. stocks. He exchanged the stocks on a regular basis every morning and evening, staying at the company day and night.

Emily regretted it after hearing this. It wouldn't be worth it if her intention of punishing Elsie led to the Britt Group's bankruptcy. However, she didn't found a solution yet.

What the family needed right now was money. But the money in her hand would be put into other use, so she couldn't help Eliot in the slightest.

She tried to recall what Eliot had said to her in her previous life, so that she could pick up some useful information. After two days and nights, she finally remembered.

Real estate, food industry, and tourism were the most profitable.

Running a food business consumed energy, manpower, and involved taste. Emily knew nothing about food, so it wouldn't be an option. As for real estate, one could do it alone. All she had to do was buy a property and sell it at a higher price. The problem was, where could she get the money?

Tourism also required human resources and energy. She had never ran a company and didn't know how everything worked. She took notes while searching for information online with her phone.

The tip of her pen paused, and it suddenly occurred to her that everything Eliot said was indeed the truth. Money was not omnipotent, but nothing could be done without it.

Thinking for a while, she took out her phone and sent a message to Sydnee and Harold, "What's the quickest way to make money?"

After a while, Sydnee replied: Mr. Vincent.

Not long after, Harold also replied: Mr. Vincent.

Emily didn't know what to say.

That night, Emily did not dream of Elsie and the knife for the first time. Instead, she dreamed of Kamron. In her dream, she saw the painting from the exhibition on Eliot's phone. She pointed at the screen excitedly and said, "Eliot, it's my painting!"

Eliot didn't seem to be happy about this. Instead, he was shocked and got angry. Then, he left and said, "I'm going out." He never came back after that.

It wasn't until she was hit in the head by a car that she realized that she had been tricked by Kamron. He made money from an exhibition with her paintings.

Finally, through Elsie, she found out that Eliot was seriously injured in hospital. That's why he never came to see her.

Yes! The painting!

Emily suddenly woke up from sleep and sat up. Kamron could even hold an exhibition with her casual paintings. It showed that her paintings were valuable!

She immediately felt motivated at the thought.

Early next morning, Harold sent over a bunch of brushes, paints, and an easel. After that, Harold laid out the drawing paper, poured some water and mixed the paint before leaving. Judging from his skillful movement, Emily vaguely felt that he was also a painter himself.

At first, she only drew still life, such as pen holders, mirrors, cups, apples, sandwiches, pajamas, skirts and slippers. At last, she drew a painting of Harold.

Although she wasn't good at drawing portraits, she still made it.

She handed it to Harold and asked, "Does it look like you?"

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Harold stared at it and said, "A little bit, but not quite." The person in the drawing looked like a dork. Was he usually like this?

"...."

This was an ambiguous answer.

Just as Emily was about to take a closer look again, Harold folded the painting and stuffed it into his pocket.

"...."

Seeing her strange expression, Harold asked, "It's not for me?"

"I was going to sell it." Emily told the truth. "But if you want it, then keep it."

Harold was silent for a moment. "If you want to sell the portrait, why don't you draw Vincent? You can definitely sell it for a good price."

Emily also realized that, "That's right."

She picked up the brush and drew a few strokes, but then stopped. "No. I'm not good enough now. I don't want to ruin his image."

Harold felt speechless and thought 'So my image is okay to ruin?'

Emily spent half a month painting and finally got eleven done. Then, she appeared at the back gate of the Ferne Hotel, wearing a cap and a mask, very secretive.

Ferne always stayed in the hotel throughout the year, so it was very convenient for Emily to find him. After she went into the hotel, she showed the card, and the waiter directly brought her to the boss.

Ferne looked her over for a while and asked, "Who is it?"

Emily had no choice but to take off her mask and cap.

"Mrs. Scavo, are you looking for me?" Ferne was a little surprised. When he saw Emily nod, a trace of guilt, nervousness, and intense unease appeared on his face.

He just played a joke on her the other day and Vincent's assistant beat the shit out of him for an entire hour. Not having worked out, he was pretty flabby. Badly beaten from the start, he didn't even have time to wave the white flag.

He still remembered the pain. Now this Emily that he didn't dare to mess up with showed up again, and even came with an ambiguous remark. Looking for him? Was she kidding?

He's doomed!

After all this time, Vincent finally took a fancy to a girl, but this girl took a fancy to him?

He knew that his handsome face would get him into trouble sooner or later. He just didn't expect it to be this quick!

Ferne pulled Emily into the private room and scratched his head. "Emily, I know what your feelings, but you have to know that ... I...." He shyly showed the ring on his ring finger. "I'm already married."

Emily looked at him and then at the ring, saying, "Congratulations."

Ferne was embarrassed.

Harold coughed softly, opened the bag in his hand, and took out the framed paintings.

Ferne noticed these paintings and was about to ask when he heard Emily say, "I want you to help me sell some paintings."

"What?" Sell what? Didn't she come to confess her love?

Emily walked around the room and pointed at the wall. "Your hotel have a very lucrative hotel. Those who come here are all rich people. If you hang the paintings here, someone will definitely notice. At that time, I'll give you 10% of what I make."

Ferne was lost for word. It seemed that this Mrs.. Scavo was really in short of money.

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