She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 29 Dementary School Level

myrone had also been Dramipre

work, “Survite Detreat. It was a bit hosty to creata to bis Perret. The so called bummer Petient was pint a big katermelon that Orendpa had drwn. If you thokad elver, there were a few more watermelon seeds on the abonar a tle piece had been bitten aft

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.

long dress in a bright yellow

portraying a scene of luxury and extravagance at a high society

your painting… Isn’t this the one that won an award last week?” George was proud of his exceptional daughter and wanted

to be helpless and said; “Didn’t you

Mr. Edwards smiled faintly, put down his cutlery, and looked at the

a big appetite.

and sat upright, looking at

glance, she withdrew her gaze, thinking, ‘She has the courage to show off such a bad painting in front of

a moment and politely praised first. “It’s pretty good. The colors are accurate and saturated. The lines are smooth, and the layout of the picture is

masters praised it, making

Cheyenne in painting, so he explained hurriedly, “Well,

so she came back after

patience;

praised his mistress’s daughter and depreciated herself. She looked over

to learn there because the teacher was incapable to teach me,” she said seriously in a

tone.

other as if they had just heard a joke. Nora, being the lady she is, kept

on the other hand, never held back his opinions and said what was on

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Elementary

really know how to flatter yourself,

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

after seeing Sean mocking Cheyenne in front of himself. He wondered how much grief Cheyenne must

to lecture Cheyenne in a

that teacher and always cause trouble in class. But remember, she is still your teacher and deserves respect

who lacked respect for authority figures and

knew better than anyone

Layne couldn’t help but laugh

as she got up from her seat and walked over. Resting her chin on one

30: Reece, Are You

silent as everyone held their breathe. Malaya’s smile from on her face as the realized

Your elementary school level? I remember when you drew a watermelon that looked like a plate! You have some nerve talking big

cold as

wrong?” Cheyenne raised her delicate chin, hitting the nail on the head with every word. First of all, your visual center is off. The

you you occupy the entire

to highlight yourself as the protagonist of this banquet, so you went out

color itself but neglect texture and contrast brought

only stays at an imitative stage; that’s why I said it’s

these words before. However, she could never grasp what he meant by “texture“. This

Cheyenne knows art!

Nora’s mind. She felt a bit unwilling but

Right!

pencil in this ignorant

nonsense you spout. My sister won an award for this piece! Go ahead and join the competition if you have what it takes. Bring back

both knew that it was

But on one condition: Sean, you have to learn how to bark like a