Chapter 645 The Death Of Robert

• I was surprised. “Robert was a painter too?” Nobody told me about that. Not even Isabelle.
• “Yes.” Julia's eyes glinted with nostalgia. “I first met him back in our university's art exhibition. Avenport University is not short of talents, but even those who call themselves genius artists couldn't create a better painting than Robert did. He was talking happily about how he got his inspiration when I first saw him, and I could never forget his smile after that.”
• I widened my eyes in disbelief at that. She couldn't forget his smile? Is this what I think it is?