Chapter 42: Freezing Water Port In The Past (1/2)

Chapter 42: Freezing Water Port In The Past

A skills andElle’s portrait, he remembered Elle’s expressions and movements

So he reverted the finished product to the real person, co the expressions and movements of “Elle” easily In the end, Amos Morrison completed the portrait without suspicion

But Annan was not the real Elle Morrison after all

It see was too perfect He appeared more like Elle than “Elle” He was motionless for more than two hours, but a hesitant expression appeared on Aet suspicious?

Or…

Annan was alerted in his heart with murderous intentions crept upon him

It was different froing painter “Amos” previously Not only was the body weaker, but the abdo out non-stop His basic hter Elle Morrison was different

It was a young and healthy body

Even if Amos was in the prime of life at the moment, Annan was at least 70 confident that her (Elle) attack would succeed and kill her dad (A as you die, I will probably be safe

But Annan hesitated and gave up

Because he soon discovered that Amos did not doubt his identity

But why is there a hint of guilt?

“Uood job, but I can only draw up to this point”

A…”

“En?”

Annan tried to use the least amount of inforain

He haretfully and muttered to himself, “Unfortunately, it has been used up No, no I’m lucky that it’s used up Otherwise, if there are still stocks, I iven your beauty”

The man said, slowly put down the paintbrush, and looked at his daughter tiredly

“I’ree, is impossible to be completed Because what you didn’t know is that the people I have painted in portraits are actually…”

At this point, there was a trace of pain in Ahter was tanta his soul

But when Annan remained motionless and insisted until the portrait was drawn, it seereement between the two If Elle could stay still until the end, Amos had to paint her “that kind of” portrait

Obviously, this pro

“I didn’t want to tell you about it I used to think that if you ry I thought things would turn out like this In that case, your father would bla the precious God-bestowed paint I will refuse to paint a portrait for you”

The paint bestowed by the Gods?

Annan quickly realized the key points froize, Dad”

Through Aured out Elle’s possible character, staring into Amos’s eyes, and slowly said, “I don’t really want it”

Seeing the moment of confusion and doubt in Aed the threads of conversation, “At least if I know it’s not good for me, I won’t continue I believe you You won’t lie tothis, Ah of relief

The srown up, but re is for you Happy birthday”

“Thank you”

Annan sh”

“That’s natural”

Ao, a pastry chef froreat”

Wait, pastry chef?