Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 794

Chapter 794

Sylvia pursed her lips.

To be honest, anyone from the Westchester Art Association could do better than her. But if Sylvia chose to be honest, she would definitely make Lily unhappy.

As Sylvia was pondering how to resolve this dilemma, Christopher stepped in with a smile, “Ah, naturally Ms. Springsteen’s skills are on par with the professionals.” Lily looked at Sylvia excitedly, “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” was Sylvia’s stilted reply.

Lily smiled brightly.

Before Sylvia could breathe a sigh of relief, Lily added,” Ms. Ross, I heard that your paintings are hard to find. Why don’t you do a demonstration for us and enlighten us with your skills?”

The hall quieted down once again as everyone turned their attention to Sylvia.

Sylvia was stunned. She choked on her words for a few seconds before she successfully uttered a full sentence.” Ms. Springsteen is too kind, but I don’t have any inspiration now. Perhaps another time?”

“It’s you who’s being humble, Ms. Ross. You are the

famous Sunflower. Even if you are not at your best, even your scribbles must be better than mine,” Lily said.

Someone echoed Lily’s words.

“Ms. Sunflower, why don’t you grace us with a demonstration of your painting skills? I’ve never seen a master at work with my own eyes.”

“Yeah, please do a live demonstration. I want to see Ms. Sunflower’s skills.”

Sylvia frowned and turned to Christopher for help.

She had no inspiration at all and she was not prepared to paint.

Christopher also found himself in a quandary.

Some of the guests started to grumble softly. “No way. Is she going to reject Master Springsteen as well after saying no to Ms. Springsteen and us?” Christopher stepped in to defend her. “Ms. Springsteen, I believe Sylvia is thinking about what to paint now.”

He then shot a gaze at Sylvia, signaling her to simply paint something

Sylvia then looked at Lily.

The young lady was standing demurely nearby, with a constant smile on her face. She looked polite and kind as her lips curved into a smile. Yet behind that fake smile was the nobility and aggressive arrogance of the well family that she came from.

Sylvia’s eyes quickly scanned the crowd. Everyone was looking at her. If she rejected the request, it would mean being disrespectful to everyone, including Master Springsteen.

With that many pairs of eyes on her, Sylvia walked to the table with the paper and tools and simply picked up a brush. She dipped some paint and performed a stroke on the paper.

The crowd gathered closer to have a better look at what she was drawing

Even Master Springsteen extended his neck to have a better look at her painting. Everyone anticipated her painting, except for the man with the towering figure, standing further away. He was looking at her pale face through the crowd and his brows furrowed. ‘She’s good at painting, so why is she so reluctant to paint now?’