She had never seen such a proud, beautiful woman with a magnificent body that was as majestic as gods.

Although the temperament of the two witches is already outstanding, and although they have seen many bizarre tasks, this woman has a natural divine nature, which is always tingling to anyone who is trying to get close. The thunder and flashes in the nervous system induce brain epilepsy almost on the realistic level. But the woman immediately put away her momentum after seeing Bernita and Joan of Arc. Even so, her tall figure, toned arm muscles, high cheekbones and waterfall-like blonde hair all attracted attention. Laura Crawford reluctantly moved her eyes away from her, and then she noticed that there was a woman with dark hair in a white dress standing beside the woman.

The woman's face was a little haggard, and her loose clothes could not cover her bulging abdomen.

She is Vanessa, the owner of this exhibition, but compared to the dazzling postmodernist paintings in the exhibition, many people will be attracted by the radiant blond woman and the two witches who are as beautiful as water fairies. Only a simple sketch of the blond woman can distract some visitors from the attention of the visitors. "I wouldn't have invited you and your friends if I had known, Minerva." As a VIP visitor, Laura Crawford followed the witches closer to the blond woman. The owner of the exhibition held a goblet in the juice and said half-jokingly, "Every time you attend my exhibition, my work will be incredibly low."

"Maybe you should change your painting style and abandon postmodernism. Maybe you should find the best shopping guide in the world who can give people everything just to make him smile and recognize." Minerva's cup was filled with pink champagne. She didn't have much decoration on her body, and the only ones that could be called exquisite were her golden earrings and a golden body chain worn outside the white dress. "We happen to know such people, don't we? It's a pity that he is not here. I don't want you to resent him for this. He has raised funds for your life in London. At least he allows your children to live innocently, rather than die in the hands of those who also lost their father."

Minerva's response can be called harsh, because she never dated Vanessa on an equal footing, especially after Vanessa found a gang leader as her husband and refused to listen to dissuasion, which led to her falling into it, and might be investigated by the FBI. Minerva lost confidence in this woman. Wilson Fisk's money Vanessa could not be used unless she wanted to go to prison to have a baby.

When Wilson Fisk bought several paintings in the gallery, the FBI and the IRS had reason to suspect that Vanessa was involved in illegal money laundering and transactions. Even if the money had been laundered in the casino, anyone knew that Vanessa was Wilson Fisk's weakness and it didn't matter whether the money was clean or not.

In order to let Vanessa rent the gallery, theater, club space and supporting facilities, including chefs, champagne suppliers, bartenders, waiters, cleaners, security, food suppliers and other related personnel, Minerva spent a lot of money to rent the hourly art gallery, and asked Vanessa to set up menus, event procedures and other trivial matters. Minerva also called and invited many well-known artists to come to London to participate in art exhibitions, avoiding Vanessa's inability to end up starving to death in a rental house. She did so much just because Vanessa's stupidity should not be the punishment that the unborn child should suffer, and partly because someone knows how difficult it is for a child without parents to survive.

Minerva did not continue to say it, but looked at Bernita and Joan of Arc.

Although she was the one who actually sent the invitation, she did not show any excitement or any other emotion when she saw the witch. Her relationship with the witch became complicated and uncontrollable because of the common man, like a heron snatching the same prey. "I mentioned not long ago that "St. Teresa's Fever" you placed in the manor entrance, but unfortunately it was not a sale, and I don't think you were willing to give up that statue full of love... I think you are the Baron Lara Crawford, and my lovely adopted son mentioned you. Obviously, the description of you on the street tabloid is completely out of curious slander. If you don't mind, I think we can go to the courtyard to have a good chat. Vanessa?"

Lara Crawford's mother Emilia is an extremely outstanding postmodernist painter. The studio of Crawford Manor is filled with her former works. Minerva introduced Laura to Vanessa, and mentioned Emilia Crawford after mentioning Laura Crawford's adventures. As an artist who frequently appeared in magazines, Vanessa naturally had knowledge and even contact. After all, this circle is not big, and academic art professors do not necessarily have the ability to start art exhibitions. Vanessa also met Minerva there, but at that time Minerva was one of the investors of Emilia de Mone. In several exhibitions held by Emilia de Mone after Emilia de Mone became Emilia Crawford, Minerva also bought several paintings to fill her art gallery.

Laura Crawford never thought that she would discover her mother's past here.

"I have the honor of studying in your mother's Paris studio. Ms. Crawford, who is my enlightenment teacher of postmodernism. I still remember that time today. It was such a wonderful time." Vanessa smiled at Laura Crawford, who was helpless, with a relaxed look on her tired face, just like seeing Emilia de Monet years ago, which made her feel younger - see what she is now. She can no longer afford the penthouse and long-term art gallery in Manhattan. The evening dress she wore was still styled several times. Makeup artists and stylists were all cheap alternatives, and all of her relatives in Italy refused to contact her.

Although she was as poor as herself in the past, she could easily and happily pass through the streets and alleys of Paris, buying equally cheap but beautiful clothes and jewelry, and laughter was like blood flowing in her body, sending art and wisdom into every cell of her. She still remembers the years she wore a red beret, basking in the sun by the river with a cigarette in her arms, waiting for the scene that appeared at dusk and then drawing it on sketch paper. She missed Paris. Even though the real situation in Paris was definitely not that good, it was her most precious time in memory.

"Don't worry, you have helped me a lot, and now I can handle it myself." She blinked quickly at Minerva. "Not all people come here for the exhibition. Look who that is, Jane Foster... She looks like a confused lamb, and she is obviously not familiar with these works of art. A Nobel physicist winner needs someone to guide me, and I think no one can do this job except me. But why would a scientific researcher come here?"
Chapter completed!