The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 438
“Why are you shouting so much? Are you trying to ruin the gallery’s reputation by letting our guests see you acting like a crazy
woman?” scolded the gallery manager after walking over.
The lady greeter immediately dropped the attitude when she saw the gallery manager. “Sorry, sir. There’s a woman who’s
causing trouble here. She didn’t dress according to the dress code. but she insisted on going in,” she said innocently.
The gallery manager took one look at Corinne and his face immediately changed. He bowed to her and said servilely, “Miss
Carew, you’re here!”
The lady greeter was stunned and bewildered. “Sir, who’s-”
Corinne smiled. “Yes, I’m here but your gallery doesn’t seem to welcome someone who’s dressed like me.”
The gallery manager smiled awkwardly before he glared at the lady greeter for offending Corinne. He then quickly apologized to
her, “I’m so sorry about the staff, Miss Carew. She’s just a temp so she’s not familiar with the gallery’s rules yet. Please don’t get
angry. I promise I’ll fire her immediately.”
“I’m not interested in the gallery’s human resource issues so it’s up to you whether want
you to fire her or not. But you should know that art is for the masses and not only for the rich. How people want to dress is only
up to them so you shouldn’t encourage a corporate culture of judging people by their clothing here,” said Corinne languidly.
The gallery manager nodded his head repeatedly and smiled ingratiatingly. “Yes, you’re right, Miss Carew. We’ll learn from this
lesson and train the staff properly.”
Corinne raised an eyebrow. “May I go in now?”
“Of course, of course. This way, please, Miss Carew,” said the manager respectfully.
Corinne entered the gallery at a leisurely pace.
The lady greeter watched in bewilderment as Corinne went in. Then she asked the gallery manager quizzically, “Sir, who’s that
b*tch?”

“You better watch your mouth! That woman is Miss Carew, our most esteemed guest. Don’t you know that anyone who crosses
her will be in serious trouble?!” reprimanded the gallery
manager.
‘What? So the VIP guest the gallery manager has been waiting for is this inappropriately dressed woman?’ The lady greeter
found that hard to believe so she asked the manager again, But she doesn’t look like she has money! Sir, who exactly is she?”
The gallery manager looked disgustedly at the foolish lady greeter and said coldly, “That’s not something you need to know. I’m
now officially letting you know that you are fired. Go to the
accounts department to get your final paycheck and leave right away. Our gallery doesn’t need someone as shallow and vulgar
as you to work for us.”
The lady greeter was dumbfounded. She never imagined the gallery manager would fire her so she started to panic. “Sir, please
don’t fire me. I didn’t mean to do it. Please give me another
chance.”
The gallery manager ignored her pleas, shook off her hands, and dusted the spot where she touched him with a disgusted
expression on his face. He then turned around and quickly went back into the gallery to hobnob with the VIPS.
“Sir,” Anger and resentment filled the lady greeter’s heart but alas, she still crying had no choice but to go to the accounts
department to get her final paycheck.
The gallery was playing soothing, classical music and the guests who came were mainly there for the more famous and iconic
paintings.
Corinne stood alone in a place where there were fewer people and looked at the still-life painting hanging on the wall with a
thoughtful expression on her face. To be honest, she was
not very
interested in this kind of commercial art exhibition, and the only reason she was there was because she heard Michel would be
attending the exhibition as well.

According to the information Marvin gave her, Michel was her mother’s art teacher and the only lead she had who could give her
more clues as to who her mother was. Therefore, she wanted to take this opportunity to ask Michel about her mother.
‘Who’s my mother? Who were the people chasing after her? Is she still alive? There are so many questions I want to ask him,’
thought Corinne.
At that moment, the gallery manager approached her respectfully and said, “Miss Carew, did you see any paintings you like?
Would you like me to tell you the story behind the paintings?”
Corinne was pulled back from her thoughts. She glanced indifferently at the gallery manager and said, “Not at the moment but I’ll
let you know if one ever catches my eye. By the way,
when will Michel be here?”
The gallery manager sighed and said, “Unfortunately, there has been a schedule change. Michel was supposed to attend this
exhibition as well but his wife suddenly fell sick just when he was about to fly here. He decided to stay back in Phinacea to take
care of his wife so he wouldn’t be coming to our country for the foreseeable future.”