Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 770: Chapter 770: The Wicked Will Get Their Just Deserts

Lester Bank’s heart trembled. He had a bad feeling, and in the next second, Alan Willock said word by word: “Since Master doesn’t like Lester Bank, I officially announce that I will break off the master-disciple relationship with Lester Bank from now on!”

“No!” Lester Bank roared in despair.

Over the years, he was able to establish himself in the oil painting industry because his teacher was Alan Willock, and as a result, people gave him some face wherever he went.

Alan Willock didn’t like to take disciples and preferred to concentrate on painting. At first, he only agreed to take Lester on as a disciple because he owed a favor to Lester’s family, and because Lester’s parents begged him. Lester was his only disciple, which allowed Lester to become a master-level figure in the oil painting industry.

If Alan Willock severed their master-disciple relationship, Lester’s status would plummet, and he would most likely disappear from the oil painting world, as everyone would turn on him when his support was gone.

It was all because of Xaviera Evans! That despicable woman!

“Teacher! Please don’t! I’ve been with you for so many years, and now you’re just going to abandon me for this woman?” Lester Bank collapsed to the ground in tears.

Alan Willock’s face was expressionless. “Lester Bank, I have already told you that as a painter, the level of your painting is important, but you cannot lose your true nature. You have repeatedly violated my taboos, and even if it were not for this incident, I would still break off our master-disciple relationship!”

Lester Bank’s body trembled. He knew what his teacher’s taboo was. Last time, he had his eyes on a genius painter whom he wanted to take as a disciple, but the person refused and even brought the matter to his teacher.

At that time, his teacher was very dissatisfied with him and warned him that if there was a next time, their relationship would be severed.

He thought his teacher was just saying it for the sake of it. After all, he was the only disciple, and they had been together for so many years. In consideration of his parents, his teacher would never kick him out of the school, but now…

Lester Bank knew very well that once his deeds were exposed, he would never have a place in the oil painting world again. He would be despised by everyone, and not even the most ordinary art exhibitions would allow him to participate.

He opened his mouth to beg, but Alan Willock didn’t give him a chance, instead looking straight at Xaviera Evans. “Master, just accept me as your disciple! I really want to learn from you! Don’t worry about my age. As long as I’m determined to do something, I’ll definitely complete it!”

Xaviera Evans listened to the white-haired old man calling her “Master” as her mouth twitched. “Mr. Willock, please don’t call me that.”

How could she bear such a title?

“Girl, Turnbaugh and I had run out of inspiration twenty years ago. We only hope to have an outstanding painter to guide us in this life. If you think the title of Master is not suitable, then you can be our instructor. As long as you agree to help us, we will promise anything!”

Alan Willock continued, “As long as you are free, just come over to guide us, discuss paintings with us, and we will be satisfied. Don’t worry, we won’t take up too much of your time!”

The two elder predecessors looked at Xaviera Evans with sincerity and expectation, while Lester Bank’s eyes were bloodshot as he watched the scene, his teeth almost crushed with anger.

“Oh! Mr. Bank, you haven’t left yet?” Xenia Jaak glanced at Lester Bank, and then her gaze fell on Tracy Swift, “Miss Swift, you went to great lengths to obtain a master, but after only a few days, you and Lester Bank are kicked out of the school! How unlucky!”

Tracy Swift clenched her fists tightly, suppressing the anger in her heart. “Miss Joy, my matters have nothing to do with you!”

“Oh! Are you angry? But what I said is true! It’s much better than someone who publicly humiliates others! Just now you mocked our Xaviera, but now you’ve been slapped in the face, right? Miss Swift, now that you’ve looked down on Mr. Willock’s teacher, do you still have the face to stay in this circle?”

“Xenia Jaak!” Tracy Swift finally couldn’t help but roar, her breath getting more and more rapid, “What does the matter between the teacher and Xaviera have to do with me? Why do you have to target me?”

Xenia Jaak looked disgusted, she had never seen anyone as shameless as Tracy Swift, who had just been fanning the flames beside Lester Bank. Now that she had been slapped in the face, she claimed it had nothing to do with her.

She couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to Tracy Swift, knowing that evildoers would receive their just deserts eventually. Tracy Swift would sooner or later pay the price for her actions, and today was just the beginning.