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

see;

mockery and everyone else’s disdainful looks around her, Cheyenne

conflate my grandfather and me,” she retorted calmly. “Besides, I signed up for oil painting while he is a judge of traditional painting group… Are you

as she finished speaking, there was silence before someone exclaimed, “Holy crap! Who does this young woman think she is?

garbage. Could it even be called

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

the first time in his 60 years of life, someone dared to speak so

the dark night –

me? What makes you

“You!”

my abilities and naturally prepared to

disrespectful, it depended on who

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

beside them repeated Cheyenne’s words and for once thought Cheyenne’s words made sense! This

embarrassed as their thoughts were similar to Mr. Roberts’ but as assistants they didn’t have a chance to

over her

stunning masterpiece came

techniques with distant snow-capped mountains draped in red robes while nearby lakes were serene blue reflecting colorful sunsets; black trees along both sides had lost their leaves leaving behind deep blackness which formed the foundation of

fifteen years, the work she submitted today took an entire month’s worth of effort before reaching

eyes could see who won or

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

tantrum here. There are so many eyes watching, and her painting is still wet. Is that cheating?” The others nodded in agreement as witnesses to Cheyenne’s on-site creation of the painting. Cheyenne was truly a prodigy! It was