Chapter 361
The buildings that Emilia Ratliff designed were not only creative but also drop dead gorgeous.
The best part was that they were filled with a futuristic vibe, like they had been teleported from another
era, advanced as hell.
No wonder Pearce Hooper said that Emilia’s buildings could represent the iconic architecture of every
country, every city.
To achieve what Emilia had might be insanely hard, but..
Eleanor grabbed a pen, ruler, and paper, sat in front of her desk, and started sketching on the paper.
Although it had been so long since she last sketched, thanks to her natural talent from childhood, a few
strokes were enough to bring the image to life.
Eleanor lowered her head, fully engrossed in her drawing, and before long, a unique house appeared
on the paper.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe put down her pen, took a look, and felt a bit mind–blowing.
She’d never drawn a blueprint before, but after seeing her sister’s blueprints, unique ideas popped into
her head, and she could even sketch them out.
Could it be that she, like her sister, had a knack for architectural design?
Eleanor was somewhat incredulous, put down the sketch, and proceeded to the next one.
As she sketched, she suddenly developed a massive interest in architectural drawings and got more
and more pumped up
Eleanor drew all day until Pearce paid a visit the next day. She stopped, stretched, and took her
sketches downstairs.
Pearce was sitting on the sofa, chatting with Hailey, “Hailey, you should fix me a cup of tea since I’m at
your place.”
Hailey crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, giving him a cold stare, “Pearce, you’re not worthy of
my tea.”
Eleanor walked over, interrupting their argument, and handed Pearce the sketch in her hand.
“Mr. Hooper, what do you think of my sketch?”
When Eleanor was in a good mood, she called him Mr. Hooper. When she was not, she called him by
his first name. Pearce had gotten used to it.
He thought that someone like Eleanor, who lacked even basic theory knowledge, couldn’t possibly
produce a good sketch.
But when he took Eleanor’s sketch and saw the drawing, he was taken aback, a glint of light flashing in
his eyes.
“Did you draw this?!”
He stood up excitedly, grabbing Eleanor’s hand tightly.
Eleanor winced in pain, pushed him away, holding her arm, and nodded, enduring the pain.
Pearce looked at Eleanor in disbelief, then at the sketch, the more he looked, the more amazed he
was.
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“I thought after your sister’s death, I’d never find another person as talented as she was. I didn’t expect
you…”
Pearce seemed to recall how he used to call her stupid, he immediately hid his excited expression, and
sat down as if nothing had happened.
Hailey, seeing his embarrassed look, couldn’t help but laugh, “I told you a long time ago, Eleanor is
amazing at drawing, you didn’t believe me, do you believe me now?”
If Eleanor hadn’t been so eager to make money and had stuck with her internship at the design
institute, she might be a big shot by now.
Pearce didn’t respond to Hailey’s mocking. He kept focusing on the drawing in his hand. After a while,
he suddenly stood up and said to Eleanor, “Pack your stuff, we’re going to the W City.”
Eleanor seemed a bit puzzled and asked him, “Why are we going to the W City?”
As Pearce walked away, he answered, “Your sister’s first project was for the space agency. You don’t
need to learn drawing anymore, come with me for a field trip…”
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