Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Control Your Dog! Elena became more and more envious as she looked at this painting. She praised, “Honestly, I haven’t seen you pick up a pen, but why is your style so unique and distinctive when you do?”

Martina was not convinced and said, “Who said I haven’t picked up a pen?”

Elena replied, “I remember you haven’t completed a single painting from graduation until now, right?” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Martina was speechless.

Actually, Martina did paint, but Elena didn’t know because Martina’s paintings always focused on one person. She poured all her energy into that person, including her talent.

All the effort in recent years had been put into drawing Benjamin, but she didn’t want to talk about it at this moment.

At noon, Elena said she had some urgent orders to deal with.

Martina nodded in agreement, then casually ordered takeout in the studio and planned to continue working after lunch.

She worked until the end of the workday in the afternoon.

Because she was too focused, even when Elena came in, Martina didn’t notice and continued drawing, just adjusting her blue–framed glasses.

It wasn’t until Elena spoke up that Martina looked up, “The butler from your house has come to pick you up.”

Her thoughts slowly emerged from the drawing. Because of her confusion, her eyes were clear and bottomless, and her appearance was both beautiful and cute.

The butler who came to pick up Martina was a senior member of the wealthy Walker family, having served the family since the time of Jack Walker. With over 60 years of age, he held a consistently high status and was responsible for managing Benjamin’s affairs.

“What is he here for?” Elena yawned and deliberately provoked, “Of course, he’s here to pick up you, the esteemed imperial concubine.”

Martina, displeased, picked up the pen cap on the table and threw it, saying, “I think you’re asking for a beating.”

Elena had been observing Martina’s demeanor and now truly believed that she wanted to let go. She deliberately asked, “The butler is waiting downstairs. What do you plan to do?”

Martina continued to draw with little interest and replied, “If he’s willing to wait, then let him wait.”

Elena had always been hot–tempered, and she had heard that this butler was always hypocritical and not very kind to Martina.

This old man, who had been a butler for three generations of the Walker family, failed to recognize his own identity.

Elena thought for a moment, then played a trick and said, “I’ll go turn down the air conditioning outside!”

The temperature outside that day was not particularly high, only about 59 °F, but if Elena turned on the air conditioning, the temperature would naturally become colder.

“That’s fine,” Martina said no more.

The butler waited outside for nearly three hours. He only left after Martina finished coloring the painting and the paint was almost dry. He picked up the cup beside him and wanted to get some water.

The tea room was just across a large hall from her office. As Martina passed through the hall, she was suddenly called out from behind, “Miss Martinez.”

Suddenly hearing a familiar voice, Martina turned around and saw the butler still standing upright with a slightly displeased look on his face.

Despite Martina shivering in the cold air, the butler remained so disciplined.

At first glance, it seemed like Martina was the one with the narrow mind.

Martina looked at him with her cup and asked, “Do you need something?”

The butler, donning a black leather glove, spoke in a calm and assertive manner that didn’t leave room for small talk. “You’ve had your fill of entertainment. It’s time to return,” he said.

Martina felt a surge of irritation. It was one thing for Benjamin to issue orders, but what right did this butler have to do so? She scowled and retorted, “And if I refuse to go back?”

Suddenly, the butler’s attitude became a bit harsh, as if he were facing an unreasonable three–year– old. Please don’t make trouble for Mrs Walker,” he said to Martina.

When she left before, the butler didn’t even show his face, but now he knew not to make things difficult for Mrs. Elizabeth Walker?

Martina simply sat on the sofa, her legs folded together and said, “Butler, please have a seat as well.”

The butler’s tone softened a bit, possibly due to Martina’s polite request. He remarked, “Miss Martinez may occasionally show a little temper, which can be entertaining, but causing too much trouble is

immature behavior.”

Martina couldn’t help but sneer, holding back her temper, “Wow, How am I being immature?”

The butler began to list out her faults one by one, “First of all, Miss Martinez, you shouldn’t have argued with Mrs. Elizabeth Walker yesterday.”

That’s right. Before moving out yesterday, Martina had a quarrel with Fu Yihcen’s mother.

“Secondly, Mr. Benjamin Walker has been very busy with his business abroad, so you should not disturb him with such trivial matters, let alone interfere with his work,” the butler continued.

It’s as if Martina intentionally went to Benjamin to complain! She clenched her fists and took a deep breath, trying to keep a smile on her face as she asked, “Is there anything else?

Please continue.”

The butler seemed to think that his status was more than just a servant of a wealthy family and continued to speak more passionately, “More importantly, you should not be jealous.”

Martina was now truly furious. The butler continued to lecture her, “Miss Paloma is the daughter of Mrs. Elizabeth Walker’s friend and the sister of Mr. Benjamin Walker’s friend. It’s perfectly reasonable for her to be staying at the Walker family villa. Why are you feeling jealous?”

Martina heard all of this and suddenly wanted to laugh out loud.

She really wanted to ask the butler, how she had been treated all these years in the Walker family. After all, she was at least Benjamin’s fiancée. Why should she have to tolerate another woman living in her and Benjamin’s home? Is that PERFECTLY reasonable?

Standing up again, the butler appeared slightly arrogant as he spoke, “I hope you will reflect seriously on your shortcomings and adjust your attitude promptly.”

Despite the circumstances, the butler still seemed to be lecturing Martina. She regretted wasting her time listening to his nonsensical words.

“Wait a minute.” Watching the butler’s raised footsteps, Martina spoke up to stop him. The butler turned to look at her. “Miss Martinez should apologize to Mrs. Elizabeth Walker and Miss Paloma, no need to apologize to me.”

Martina had no words for him. Apologize? Seriously?!

She had been forced to apologize every time she had a conflict with Benjamin’s mother in the past. Even when she had quarrels with Amy, she still had to apologize. Martina felt like she didn’t have to endure it anymore.

She took out her phone and called someone. Benjamin had been carrying his phone with him lately. When he answered, Martina heard someone talking on the other end, possibly in a meeting.

Clearing her throat, Martina spoke with red eyes and a hateful gaze, “Benjamin, can you lock the door and keep your guard dog under control so it doesn’t come out and bite people?”