To Be Yours Again By Taylor

Chapter 92

Chapter 092 Don’t Worry About Us, Miss Dickman

“These are all my precious collections. Let me know which one is to your liking, and I’ll give you a discount.”

Mr. Lawson scanned the collection he had made over the years, feeling proud and satisfied. If it were someone else instead of Jenny, they would not be allowed into the room.

Surveying the room, Jenny asked, “Mr. Lawson, I’m also looking for a gift for Mr. Faust. What do you would be a good gift for him?”

“You know him too?” Mr. Lawson was surprised because he didn’t know about Jenny’s past marriage. “Yes, I know him.” Jenny nodded. “He’s pretty nice to me, so I want to give him a gift in return.”

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“I heard he likes Mr. Birkett’s paintings the most,” Mr. Lawson said. “Wouldn’t it be better to ask Mr. Birkett for a painting?”

Jenny was a little frustrated as she had auctioned off Mr. Birkett’s painting. Old Mr. Faust’s birthday party hadn’t crossed her mind back then. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Mr. Birkett has gone traveling to gain inspiration, and I don’t know where he is.”

The day after next was Old Mr. Faust’s birthday. It would be too late if she tried to look for her mentor.

Mr. Lawson nodded, thinking the same way as Jenny. After hesitating for a moment, he approached a cabinet on the right. As he handed a stone to Jenny, he said, “I think this would be the perfect gift for him.” “Lapis lazuli,” Jenny muttered in surprise.

“Yes, you’re right. This is a lapis lazuli stone from the Renaissance era.” Mr. Lawson smiled at her and nodded proudly.

Jenny, however, felt a little bad. An ancient lapis lazuli stone of such refined quality was a precious treasure, and Mr. Lawson must have spent great effort to collect it.

“Don’t feel bad. I collected it so I could sell it for a good price. It doesn’t matter that I’m selling it to you now,” Mr. Lawson said. After a pause, he added, “Well, you know, Mr. Birkett has kept an azurite stone in his possession for a long time.”

“Don’t think about it. Mr. Birkett is so strict about it that he won’t even let me touch it,” Jenny retorted, taking the lapis lazuli stone from him with a grin.

Treasures could only be put to the best value and used in the right hands.

If it remained with Mr. Lawson, it would only stay in the dark depths of his collections. However, in the hands of Old Mr. Faust, it would be more valuable. With that, Mr. Lawson placed them in a gift box before they walked out of the room.

As soon as they returned to the store, they met Alec and Yvonne. Jenny frowned when she saw them.

“Morgan, let’s go,” Jenny said.

Morgan nodded, glancing at Jenny from the corner of her eye. She wondered if she had imagined Jenny’s good mood turning sour the moment Alec and Yvonne appeared before them.

“Don’t tell me you’re making your friend buy these things for Alec’s grandfather, Miss Walter.”

Yvonne pointed at the paintbrush, not bothering to conceal her disdain.

Chuckling lightly, Jenny replied calmly, “It’s the thought that counts.”

“Well, you have a point, but don’t forget his status. If you bring these unsightly things to the party, I’m afraid your friends will laugh at you,” she told Morgan kindly as if advising her to reconsider.

Unfortunately for her, Morgan was aware of the price of the brush, so she didn’t bother to consider. Yvonne’s words.

Jenny didn’t want to interact with Yvonne. In the past, she didn’t like the Dickmans because of Steven. Now, however, she found Yvonne was no less annoying than her brother. Perhaps it was a trait that ran within the family.

“Don’t worry about us, Miss Dickman. I believe Mr. Faust is not that vain.”