Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 750 Final Apprentice

Belle suddenly smiled. "It doesn't matter what kind of family we are from. What's more important is a person's character. How noble and lowly we are is decided by our own cultivation. It has nothing to do with our family's background."

Steffan blinked slightly. The smile on the corners of his mouth was more intriguing.

"Of course, Dory. I'm not surprised that you think that way. I'm just curious." Steffan smiled and said, "It's late. You should go to bed Tristany. There's an important meeting tomorrow."

"Alright." Belle lightly smiled as she nodded her head. She picked up the bag and made her way into the room.

"If you need anything, let me know. I'll be downstairs," he said as he watched Belle entering the room, with a smile on his face.

"Okay, thank you." Belle quickly closed the door and leaned against the back of the door. She actually felt that her heart was racing and her palms were a little sweaty.

The bedroom was comfortable and tidy. It was also warm and bright.

After Belle washed herself up, she felt the exhaustion creeping up on her as she crawled into bed.

She lay on the warm bed and stared at the ceiling. She was tired but she could not sleep.

"Who am I? Where am I from?"

Why was her mind completely blank? Why didn't she have a single memory in her head?

It was as if a part of her memory had been cut off. Her mind was blank and confused. Fortunately, her artistic talents were still intact in her mind.

All of a sudden, she understood that her artistic abilities were no ordinary skill. In fact, she was born with it. Therefore, it was impossible for her to forget it.

After tossing and turning for a while, she made a decision.

Now that Steffan had just assumed the position of president of the Yintern Group, it meant that things were going to get busy for a while. Once the busy period ended, she was going to start her own journey of searching for her past.

"I can't continue living this way. If I don't find out about my past, then I will not be able to open myself up to the future. I am responsible for my life."

It was seven o'clock in the morning.

She quietly got up and went downstairs.

The light in the living room was still on. She saw a figure lying on the couch downstairs. Steffan had spent the night on the couch. His sleeping posture was very elegant.

It seemed that he was sleeping soundly.

There was also a pot of fragrant tea on the coffee table in front of the couch. It was obvious that he had stayed up late to sketch the night before.

Belle was deeply moved by Steffan's obsession with car design.

She quietly left the house.

At eight o'clock every morning, she would go to Mr. Tangger's place to learn car design.

Ever since Belle came to Srirano, the one thing that she was most happy about was meeting Zevulon Tangger, an experienced car designer.

If Belle's car designs were amazing, then Zevulon's car designs were out of this world. He was one of the best car designers in the world! Belle never dreamed that she would be able to meet one of the masters in car design.

Zevulon was from Tamberland. He lived in Srirano all year round.

Belle met him through Steffan.

Prior to this, Steffan was Zevulon's only apprentice. However, ever since Zevulon met Belle, he soon accepted her as his second and final apprentice. Zevulon was a huge factor in why Belle was willing to continue working and staying in Srirano.

She wanted to learn car design and bring her car designs to a whole new level. Zevulon was the only person who could develop her talents.

Zevulon's home was not too far away from where Steffan stayed. It was about half a kilometre away.

It was just a short walk away.

Belle arrived at his house at exactly eight o'clock.

This was a very exquisite villa. Unfortunately, Zevulon made it seem like a junkyard of cars.

The porch of the villa was filled with a lot of cars. It ranged from new cars, there were antique cars to collector's editions...

He had collected almost all of the most distinctive cars in the world. He had cars from the olden days till the present days. He also had one of the cars Belle had designed in his collection. Belle was proud of that accomplishment.

She was proud that her mentor actually recognised her work.

All of the cars were gathered together and covered with some ugly canvas. It was not parked properly. It was so messy that it was hard to look at.

It was absolutely appropriate to describe Zevulon's villa as messy and dirty!

Belle pushed open the small door to the courtyard in front of the mansion. She could not even find a decent walkway.

She had no choice but to walk through the gaps between each car.

When she entered the room, she felt helpless.

The living room, which she had just cleaned up for him the day before, was then filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.

The floor of the living room was scattered with all kinds of car components that had been removed by him. There was no standing room at all. There were even prints of gasoline and oil on the white walls. Belle shook her head in dismay.

She bent down and started tidying up the place.

It was not until she finished picking up the spare parts and the floor was cleaned that the living room looked a little pleasing to the eye.

She then heard a snore coming from the bedroom that was connected to the living room.

The door was ajar.

Belle walked over quietly and wanted to help him close the door, but frowned when she caught the whiff of alcohol.

On the desk in the bedroom.

The previous day, she had given him a bottle of wine and a large packet of beef jerky. There was not even a piece left.

There were clothes scattered all around the bedroom floor.

Belle dismissed the idea of closing the door. That was because the air in the bedroom was worse than that in the living room.

She passed through the living room and headed to the second floor.

The design studio was located on the second floor.

Zevulon did not know how to use computers. So, all of the car designs were hand-drawn by him.

His drawings were of high quality.

Belle had her homework to be completed every day. Zevulon led a carefree life. He did not bother about trifles and was arrogant. However, he was a person who had high demands when it came to art.

Even a talented person like Belle would often be reprimanded by him. It was needless to say when it came to Steffan. He would often be lectured by Zevulon until he blanked out.

Belle sat down in front of the canvas and began sketching.

Zevulon had asked her to start from the basics. This obviously showed that he had underestimated her artistic abilities. However, Belle would not complain. She would always follow her master's instructions silently.

In this way, after a period of time, Belle actually felt that she was on a whole new level when it came to car design.

"Dory, why did you come alone? Have you eaten breakfast?" She did not know when Steffan arrived. He held a cup of warm milk in one hand and a breakfast chicken burger in the other.

Belle raised her head and caught a whiff of the burger. Only then did she suddenly feel hungry.

"I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up," she answered with a slight smile as she began sketching.