She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 29 Dementary School Level

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Havn, she was the are who bill a piece of it because she was buty and left after taking only one bite

Grandre suddenly had the ides to turn it into a painting and who knew he would win the gold medal for it.

Cheyenne thou to herself that the painting was indeed nothing much

Malaya til smiled warmly and said, “Oh my goodness, Mr. Edwards, you’re really modest. Your paintings are all masterpieces”

Grandpa smiled but didn’t say anything as he waited for her next words.

Sure enough that woman mentioned Nora with pride written all over her face as she said, “Mr. Edwards, my little daughter has been studying painting for over ten years now. She has always admired you and finally gets to meet you today.”

Why don’t you take some time out of your schedule to see how good her painting skills are?”

“She just won a youth art award last week and is planning on participating in a national college student painting competition next month.”

At Malaya spoke, she gestured for Nora to go and retrieve the artwork herself. Sean, who had been lacking in energy until now, perked up slightly with a twitch of his lips.

“Mom, my sister and Cheyenne’s grandfather aren’t painting the same kind of painting. How can he give advice?” The boy was blunt, showing no manners by referring to Layne as “Cheyenne’s grandfather“.

Layne thought he was so much older than Sean himself, so it would have been appropriate for him to be addressed as “old Mr. Edwards“. Malaya probably favored her son over her daughter, which is why her son was so impertinent.

Fortunately, Layne returned home in time and secretly trained his granddaughter, otherwise, she might have become a useless spoiled lady just like Malaya expected.

Caught off guard by her own son’s interruption, Malaya felt both embarrassed and annoyed as she glared at him.

What do you know? You’re just a kid!” She scolded angrily.

Sean still felt dissatisfied and muttered under his breath. I told the truth!”

Furthermore, he heard the conversation between his mom and sister just now. They were trying to curry favor with Cheyenne’s grandfather in order to gain access into the Royal Academy of Arts abroad.

He just felt they were so naive. He knew well Cheyenne was a selfish and vicious woman who had been jealous of Nora’s excellence since childhood, so there was no way that Cheyenne’s grandfather would help.

Besides, Nora could have gotten into a good school on her own merit. Their mother’s intervention was unnecessary.

Cheyenne caught his reaction and cursed under her breath, “Idiot!”

After a while, Nora finally came down.

After some deliberation upstairs, she finally found her favorite and proudest painting.

It was a Western–style portrait oil painting.

It looked somewhat like an 18th–century style, and the young girl depicted was herself.

a gorgeous strapless long dress in a bright

and were dancing, portraying a scene of luxury and extravagance

Nora towards Layne. “You’re here! Show your grandpa your painting… Isn’t this the one that won an award last week?” George was proud of

and said; “Didn’t

faintly, put down his cutlery,

don’t have a big appetite. Just looking at

finished her meal and sat upright, looking at Nora’s

withdrew her gaze, thinking, ‘She has the courage to show off such a

praised first. “It’s pretty good. The colors are accurate and saturated. The lines are smooth, and the

praised it, making Malaya even

afraid that his father–in–law would ask why Nora was much better than Cheyenne in painting, so he explained hurriedly, “Well, we wanted Cheyenne to learn how

Cheyenne, so she came back after

good patience; she

listened as her father praised his mistress’s daughter and depreciated herself. She looked

with what you said, father. I didn’t want to learn there because the teacher was incapable to teach me,” she said seriously in

tone.

joke. Nora, being

held back his opinions and said what was on his

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to flatter

years older than you. How dare you say that she couldn’t teach you anything? What a

family after seeing Sean mocking Cheyenne in front of

to lecture Cheyenne in a

class. But

image of Cheyenne as someone who lacked respect for authority figures and was arrogant due to her

her scheme didn’t work, because Layne knew better than

family continued to belittle Cheyenne, Layne couldn’t

got up from her seat and walked over. Resting her chin on one hand, she looked at Nora’s work with a sneer.

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held their breathe. Malaya’s smile from on

remember when you drew a watermelon that looked like

cold as ice.

chin, hitting the nail on the head with every word. First of all, your

occupy the entire frame

yourself as the protagonist of this banquet, so you

paramount in portraiture! You only focus on color itself but neglect texture and contrast brought by light and

an imitative stage; that’s why I said it’s

never grasp what he meant by “texture“.

Cheyenne knows art!

mind. She felt a bit unwilling but then thought that understanding art doesn’t necessarily mean

Right!

isn’t a pencil in this ignorant sister’s room.

whatever nonsense you spout. My sister won an award for this piece! Go ahead and join the competition if

both knew that it was not

prize? Fine, I’ll do it. But on one condition: Sean, you have to learn how to bark like a