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; it’ll definitely

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

a judge of traditional painting group… Are you afraid that you’re not professional enough or don’t have enough qualifications to comment on my work? Is that why you brought

there was silence before someone exclaimed,

only spent half an hour creating such garbage. Could it even be called art? At best it

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

life, someone dared to speak so boldly in

a vulture in the dark

“You don’t even show respect to me? What makes you demand

“You!”

signed up based on my abilities and naturally prepared to be selected based on my skills. Don’t

quite disrespectful, it depended on who she

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

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

Mr. Roberts’ but as assistants they didn’t have a chance to speak

over her

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

mountains draped in red robes while nearby lakes were serene blue reflecting colorful sunsets; black trees along both

eyes. “No… no way?” After studying oil paintings for fifteen years, the work she submitted today took an entire month’s worth of effort before reaching its current state whereas Cheyenne created

keen eyes could see who won or

how could you paint such a good picture!”

you can’t handle losing, don’t throw a 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