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. 

young woman heading in her direction. The woman wore a white A–line skirt and had long hair. Her makeup was not thick but very delicate, and her posture was

to be staring at Sylvia as well. The woman‘s gaze was cold and haughty, as if she wanted to smile but could not bring herself

behind her, but there was no

she looking at me? But I

over toward

was walking toward her with her eyes straight forward. It was

did not think much about it and turned around to continue looking at a painting beside

was about to walk over, instantly turned ashen. Then,

did not leave a single one behind.

she would look at it a while longer. If it did not catch her eye, she would just glance past it. She did

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

into the trash can next

the crowd suddenly

stopped their discussion and

curiously. The man who called her looked like he was in his thirties or forties, with a beard and hair that went past