Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 188 At this point, not only were the students that were surrounding Tara now surrounding Sylvia, but even the people who were busy painting before had gathered around her. 

Their enthusiasm was at an all–time high as they eagerly huddled around Sylvia. 

As for Tara, there was nobody else next to her besides Nesta. 

Tara balled her hands into tight fists, a look of pure jealousy on her face. 

Nesta was a member of the Westchester Art Association too, and she was around the same grade as Tara. She was also the one Tara was closest to in the Westchester Art Association. 

Nesta had been present at the art exhibition where Sylvia called Tara‘s work trash in front of everyone, so she knew that Tara and Sylvia were not on good terms at all. When she saw the present situation as well as the look on Tara‘s face, Nesta quickly grumbled, “Tara, why do I feel like she‘s doing this on purpose? She could have shown up at some other time, so why did she have to show up while you were guiding the students? She even lured everyone to her! She‘s completely kicking you around!” 

Tara inwardly called Sylvia the vilest insults she could think of. 

However, on the surface, her expression shifted slightly as she said with a sigh, “There‘s no helping it. She‘s Sunflower, and I‘m not as famous as her.” 

think she‘s just jealous of

Tara‘s self–deprecation, Nesta grew even angrier on her behalf. “Tara, even if you aren‘t as famous as her, you‘re still the current bronze winner of our art competition. Besides, you‘re also our art academy‘s guest professor and Master Carter‘s girlfriend. You shouldn‘t let her bully you like this!” Tara chuckled. “Thank you, Nesta. I‘m really fine with this. Let‘s just go back to our rooms.” Nesta immediately felt like slapping Sylvia on Tara‘s behalf. However, Sylvia was completely surrounded by people. From where Nesta was standing, she

back to our rooms. If she likes stealing another person‘s spotlight so much, she should just freeze to

hooked her arm in Tara‘s.

on her face, there was a displeased and calculative look in

looking at everyone‘s paintings after night

everyone was still in a heated discussion. Only when somebody came over to let them

the restaurant near the homestay. Even at dinner, they did not stop their discussions of art, hence dinner started at five o‘clock

to

return to her room. She was in no rush to

phone call was answered almost instantly.

voice sounded first. “Mommy, have you eaten your