Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 172 Stunning the Audience

Anna recoiled from me in fear, her expression filled with dread, as if I were a ghost haunting her.

A single sentence from me sent her spiraling into nervus therights, leaving her visibly uneasy.

After a moment, she managed to find her voice and stammered, "M. Gardner, what kind of prank is this? Why would I quit the competition?"

She purposely spoke louder, her tone calculated to draw the crowd's attention, and in an instant, all eyes turned my way.

It felt like I was being accused of using underhanded tactics to make her drop out of the competition.

Anna's supporters began hurling insults at me, their loud jeers throwing the scene into chaos.

The host and security guards worked to calm the crowd, while Anna shot me a mocking glance as if to say she was of of my league.

This was her usual strategy, stirring up emotions to turn them into a weapon against me.

Een Kate in the audience remarked, "Look at her, no skill of her own, so she resorts to shady tricks to get ahead. How could someone like that be truly talented? Meanwhile, Fiona casually admired her freshly manicured nails. She had little affection for Anna, caring only about whether Anna could deliver the benefits she sought.

"I believe in Anna. I've already prepared all the promotional materials for her."

"Relax, my daughter is amazing. Just look at all these fans here to support her."

The crowd was buzzing with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the show. Little did they know, this time, victory was already in my hands,

Anna's skills are far beneath mine, leaving her with only one strategy to succeed.

There's no hiding average artwork under the spotlight. Her only option is to endlessly replicate my pieces. before the competition, hoping to match them stroke for stroke.

She must have studied my artwork thoroughly in secret, which explains her boldness in stepping onto the

stage

As the competition drew near, I stopped to tie my shoelaces while passing her.

Rising to my feet. I leaned close to her ear and murmured like a shadow, "Anna, Chloe has her eyes on you?

Startled, Anna, who had been cleaning her brushes, froze and accidentally tipped over her water bucket. Her wide-eyed disbelief followed me, but I didn't spare her a glance as I walked away without hesitation.

Just take a moment to reflect. After all, your guilty conscience is your own doing.

I sat before my drawing board, absentmindedly spinning a pen between my fingers, imagining

the

e turmoil

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Anna must be enduring.

wondering if I've uncovered her secret and debating whether to

artwork.

use my paintings and the truth comes out that Chloe created them, her reputation will be in shambles. No, Chloe is dead, and no one knows

The dead remain silent!

I believe she'll take the gamble

understands who I was, just as I understand who she is now. Everything is

I can't waste my energy on Anna. This competition is

specific theme, allowing each artist to showcase their finest

compare to an

organizers hope to inspire the artists to produce more captivating pieces for the

auction.

new scene had already formed

paper, with the camera occasionally

was so absorbed in my work that I didn't notice the buzz

almost as if the director was addressing the audience's curiosity. about whether I

rough style, and

rubbish is this? Even my grandma could do a better

to do the painting for her. Her true nature is clear as soon

make it. Her style is worse than just

"Shut up. If you're so great, why aren't you

and remarked, "Enough arguing; let's keep

even half as good as her words, that would be something. How could she ever compete with Anna at this level?" But slowly, the laughter faded. The chaotic strokes

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art stood up and applauded, Incredible' This isn't ordinary this is pure

mess before, but now it become something

doesn't even need to sketch first. This is clearly the work of

appreciate this, much like playing an improvised song

stood up, their eyes glued to

entered in the competition is titled "New

death, light and darkness, shattered

lilies descend into hell-dark, decaying, slowly sinking into

closely, the water lilies seem to mirror a

interpret it as a hand reaching out to pull the black water lilies, while others see it as angelic wings gently caressing it. Each person has their