Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 968 

Half an hour later, Sylvia arrived at a pedestrian street near the Art Academy 

The street architecture and installations exuded a vintage and scholarly feel. Various stores were interspersed with the galleries and several small art stores, among which were two sculpting studios. 

Sylvia went in for a stroll. 

Some of the carvings were not very skillful, but they had a distinct design. Sylvia bought two trinkets to carry in her hand and then continued to stroll inside. 

Unknowingly, she reached the end of the street and entered an open painting exhibition. 

In front of her was a moderately–sized square filled with paintings of all kinds. 

Sylvia was confused for a moment, but her steps did not stop as she walked toward the paintings. 

Some of the paintings were mature, some were childish, some were introspective , and some were cheerful and with a lot of personalities. It did not seem like they were the work of students of the Art Academy. Instead, they looked like they were painted by a professional. 

Sylvia did not think much about it. She drank the lemonade she had just bought and weaved in and out of the aisles to admire 

the painting. 

she saw a young woman heading in her direction. The woman wore a white A–line skirt and had long hair. Her makeup was not thick

as well. The woman‘s gaze was cold and haughty, as if she wanted to smile

to look behind her, but there was no one

me? But

toward

woman was walking toward her with her eyes straight forward. It was obvious that she was going to

not think much about it

turned ashen. Then, she coldly

painting after painting and did not leave a single one behind.

she

a group of people with work tags on their chests, seemingly the staff of this painting exhibition, were discussing something.

the cup of lemonade into the trash can next to her and was about to turn around and leave.

in the crowd suddenly

of them stopped their discussion and looked

looked like he was in his thirties or forties, with a beard and hair that went past his ears. He looked very scholarly and somewhat unapproachable, but he was looking at her with a glowing gaze. It was clear that