Chapter 38 Sixtieth Birthday

• After she came back to her room, Cynthia started thinking about the kind of gift she should get for William. He did help her out a lot after all. She then remembered that William loved oil paintings and was something of an art connoisseur. The moment she had that thought, she quickly called a certain someone. “Hey. You collect a boatload of oil paintings, right?”
• “Deedee, you called me first thing in the morning just to talk about this?” A man answered the call. His voice was alluring, deep, smooth, and comfortable. However, he just had to talk in a high pitch, so he sounded more feminine than he really was.
• First thing in the morning? It’s already ten here, and it’s noon there. Morning, my foot. And Deedee? Oh my god. I told him to never call me that. She started getting goosebumps all over her body. It was annoying, and she smacked her forehead. “Send me one. I need it in two days.” She hung up and sent an address to him.