Gerald frowned at Charlotte's chuckle, "Why are you laughing like a moron?"
Charlotte pouted, "Don't be so bossy. Why can't I laugh?"
"But what's so funny about it?"
"You won't get it."
Gerald gave her silent treatment.
"Though I have never seen Master Geo, I reckon he must be a gentleman with a sharp sense of integrity. His paintings are not for sale but as gifts. He said in his early years that his painting was only for his soul mates. If someone wanted to get his painting, he must be a person who loves painting first, and can't sell the paintings to others," someone said.
"You're right. I admired his indifference to fame and fortune," the other man echoed.
Charlotte sneered. How could these money-pursuing businessmen talk about a painter who didn't care about money at all? Or did
