She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 181: Not Only Can She Fight But Also Paint

Theo looked at the woman in front of him, who seemed carefree and relaxed. He glanced at her with his eyes slanted, holding his chin up arrogantly as he said, “Just because you’re old Mr. Edwards’ granddaughter doesn’t mean the judges will go easy on you. Don’t waste our time; we need to move on to the next round quickly.”

His disrespectful words were met with support from viewers commenting live.

“Truly an artist! Not only talented but also stylish! You’re right; she shouldn’t have the privilege of being advanced just because of her connections.”

“If that’s the case, isn’t Nora also old Mr. Edwards’ granddaughter?” “It’s not the same thing! My goddess has real talent; what is Cheyenne compared to her?”

Nora’s painting slowly appeared before viewers: half a meter tall and 40 centimeters wide – quite a large masterpiece indeed.

It depicted a golden field against a blue sky with faint snow-capped mountains in the distance – pure and serene.

There were dozens of people in it as well.

It was a scene from when farmers harvested their crops, with the main character being an older woman standing at the forefront whose face was sunburned red from years of labor. She held a bundle of barley while tears welled up in her eyes.

On another side of the field stood a five or six-year-old boy holding onto a book while looking forward to his future full of hope and aspiration. “This is so beautiful! Nora really deserves to be our campus belle – both intelligent and beautiful!”

“She must be number one for sure!”

“Cheyenne went too far by requiring Nora’s brother kneel down and apologize. We should forgive others when possible; doesn’t she understand that?”

Cheyenne loses this

wait and see; it’ll definitely

looks around her, Cheyenne remained calm

while he is a judge of traditional painting group… Are you afraid that you’re not professional enough or

there was silence before someone exclaimed, “Holy crap! Who does this young woman think she

such garbage. Could it even be called art? At best it was just

dares to say that Mr. Roberts is not qualified to comment on her work. Who gave her

of life, someone dared to speak so boldly in front of

became sinister, reminiscent of a vulture in the dark night – sharp and terrifying. “Miss,

to me? What makes you demand my respect? Are you proud of taking advantage of your

“You!”

signed up based on my abilities and naturally prepared to be selected

was quite disrespectful, it depended on who she was

if someone respected her, she would respect them too; but if someone caused trouble

youth standing beside them repeated Cheyenne’s words and for once

have a chance to speak out. “Ahem… Alright… you should submit your painting first so we can evaluate it.”

over her oil

was slowly opened up, a stunning masterpiece came into view and left

was vividly portrayed using oil painting techniques with distant snow-capped mountains draped in red robes while nearby lakes were serene blue reflecting colorful sunsets; black trees along both sides

paintings for fifteen years, the work she submitted today took an

eyes could

cheated! I don’t believe it – how could you paint such a good picture!”

agreement as witnesses to Cheyenne’s on-site creation of the painting. Cheyenne was