The Queen They Buried

Chapter 341

Alvin, who was worried, let out a slow sigh of relief, and a faint smile graced his lips.

Bowen’s eyes crinkled with delight as he thought, ‘Well done!”

Aubree smiled at Alice. Instinctively. Alice stumbled back two steps. To her, it was as if the Grim Reaper himself had smiled at her, scythe in hand, ready to claim her life.

Alice broke out in a cold sweat.

Carmen’s face turned deathly pale. No one had announced the results, but she knew beyond doubt that she had lost.

Stan’s words were truly an understatement. Aubree’s painting wasn’t just exhibition–worthy; it was more than qualified to be put up for auction.

Percival’s lips trembled as he thought, ‘Did she really paint this? An eighteen–year–old girl? If she can create such a masterpiece at her age, then what does my decades–long career amount to?‘

Aubree smiled as she held out the painting. “Ms. Diamonde, do you like this painting that I gave you?”

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across her fingers. Sharp–eyed onlookers gasped in dismay -this was sheer sacrilege of a

violently. With a sudden, forceful rip, she

shared agony. She shouldn’t have torn it. If she didn’t want

have physically intervened to stop such a masterpiece from being

admiration for Aubree is just about her

painting, but Aubree just shrugged, saying nonchalantly, “The

just this

in jail, his hands ruined for life. Just wait, I’ll make sure every one of you pays the price, especially

Aubree leaned in and whispered the chilling words right in Alice’s ear,

Trevor? Bryan? Your

with venom as she glared at Aubree, her hatred so intense it looked like she wanted

Alice really Aubree’s mother and not an enemy? Didn’t the Wilson family

more, Ronald quickly stepped forward and pulled her away. “Bryan, your mother is having an episode. Take her to

on the crowd as they thought, ‘Oh, right, Alice has a mental illness. Looks like she still hasn’t

Alice’s final attitude toward Aubree, those so–called testimonies from the Wilson family earlier