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.