Murray was really outspoken.

I couldn't respond to him. I was thinking about saying something and leaving.

Murray didn't seem to see my embarrassment and went on, "you're young and smart, but you don't think about how to improve your skills on your own. You took a shortcut. Even if he has money and power, they belong to him. If he breaks up with you, what are you left with? Nothing!"

I stood next to Murray and looked at him.

He was right.

I felt like my father was talking to me.

But he was about my father's age.

Murray put on the sunglasses he just bought. He turned his head to me. "Take your computer to the western restaurant. I'll tell you what's wrong with your work."

"Ah?"

"Hurry up!"

Murray was a legend. I used to crave his one-on-one advice.

But now I felt a little confused after he asked for it.

After all, I was not familiar with him.

But I couldn't say no.

I promised him immediately and ran back to get my computer.

I guessed it was the restaurant by the lake.

My room was far away from there.

It took me more than half an hour to get the computer there.

When I got there, I saw Murray drawing with a sketch book. He didn't notice me.

I approached and stood behind him for a moment. He used a carbon bar to draw the water on the paper. It was night, so there was a reflection of street lights on the water.

He showed it all with a carbon bar.

Awesome!

He even used his clothes to clean the painting for the effect.

I stood behind him for another twenty minutes.

By the time he finished painting, his clothes and hands were dirty.

He put the carbon bar back in a small box. He turned to see me behind him and asked, "when did you come?"

"I've been here for twenty minutes."

I quickly turned on my computer and displayed my work.

Murray started telling me about the work.

He didn't keep talking about its problems. He also said a few good things about my design. My work was as practical as Linda said.

When he finished, it was more than 2 a.m.

I benefited a lot this night. I shut down the computer and thanked Murray again and again. When I was about to leave, I heard Murray behind me asking me, "what's your mother's name?"

"My mother?" I looked back at him and said, "Inez."

"Inez? How old is she this year?"

"She's 48." I answered truthfully and asked, "Mr. Moore, do you know my mother?"

"No!"

Murray's tone and expression were totally different from when he asked me.

He was even a little arrogant.

"Oh..." I didn't understand him.

Murray said impatiently, "I'm leaving. You can call me Mr. Moore later."

With that, he left quickly.

When I went back with my computer, I saw through the curtains that the light in my room seemed to be on.

Did I forget to turn off the light?

As I opened the door in disbelief, I saw Molly lying on the sofa in my room.

"Wake up."

I put down the computer and woke her up without hesitation.

What happened during the day and Sean's reaction made me basically conclude that she didn't lose her memory.

Molly woke up and yelled at me, "what!"

It was a familiar tone.

Molly suddenly realized something. She immediately sat up and gently said to me, "June, you're back. It's late now. Where have you been?"

"I went to a man's room to sleep with him."

I sat in bed and said it casually.

Molly's face changed a little. She said awkwardly, "you're kidding."

"Isn't that what you expected? Unfortunately, you drugged me, but Sean saved me. Are you angry?"

I said calmly.

I was just guessing that Molly had something to do with it.

So I was going to provoke her and get her to tell the truth.

After all, I didn't suffer, but Linda was different!

Molly looked at me and held her skirt tightly. After a long time she said, "June, you misunderstood me. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Forget it." I stared at Molly's seat and said coldly, "we had sex on that sofa. Didn't you smell the strange smell when you lie on it?"

Molly quickly stood up. "June! You..." She couldn't stand it, but she quickly looked at me tenderly and said, "I don't mind you sleeping with him. I can hold him firmly in my hand all the time if I want to."

Molly looked sinister.

She had admitted that she was pretending to lose her memory.

"I don't mind. I'm obsessively tidy, so I don't like men who sleep with other women. You don't have to think of me as an imaginary enemy." I got up and opened the door. "It's too late. Go back to accompany your Mr. Jessop."

Molly took a look at me and left angrily.

It was strange. I asked her to accompany him, but my heart was very sad.

I lay in bed and didn't fall asleep until morning.

It was already noon when I got up. I was told at lunch that the top three of the competition would be announced at 1 p.m.

I had already guessed the result.

I was third.

I could get almost 100000 dollars.

After the announcement, Eric informed us to leave for the airport at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Finally, I could go home.

When I stood up, I saw Murray stand up and point to me and say, "June, pack up quickly. Leave with me this afternoon."

His voice was loud.

At that time, seven finalists, two other judges, Eric and Sean were there.

They were all looking at me.

"Me?" I looked back at Murray.

I didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yes, you. Pack up quickly. We will leave at 3 p.m."

Murray didn't seem to care about other people's eyes at all.

Selena was in front of me. When she heard Murray, she turned to look at me and sneered, "June, Mr. Moore is in her fifties. Did you seduce him?"