The assistant agreed and followed his instructions.


    Tara frowned and leaned into Odell’s side.


    Meanwhile, at the entrance, Sonia was still arrogantly blocking Sylvia’s way.


    Sylvia sat motionlessly, not nning to leave. No matter what, she had to meet Bruce and Catherine


    today. Since Sonia was not letting her in, she would wait here. Catherine and Bruce had toe out


    eventually, anyway.


    Just as they were at a deadlock, a polite young man came out.


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    He smiled and said to Sonia, “Ms. Ross, Mr. Collins said that everyone here is his guest. Please stop


    blocking thisdy’s way.” Sonia instantly said, “She’s not Mr. Collins’ guest. She must have snuck in.”


    The man looked at Sylvia who waved the invitation in her hands. The young man said, “All those who


    have invitations are Mr. Collins’ guests. Pleasee in.” Sylvia looked at Sonia, who was still standing in


    her way. Sonia snorted at her coldly and turned into the house in displeasure.


    Sylvia turned her wheelchair into the living room.


    The living room was spacious and decorated with antiques. There were quite a few people enjoying the


    paintings and chatting in small groups.


    She did not notice the man who was covered by a screen next to a tea table. As soon as she entered,


    she saw Catherine, Bruce, and sitting together by the window. Sonia entered before her and sat beside


    Dona, looking at Sylvia coldly. When Dona saw Sylvia enter, sheughed at thetter’s wheelchair.


    Sylvia went straight to Bruce and Catherine.


    She did not look at Sonia and Dona, and said to Bruce and Catherine, “Mr. and Mrs. Ledger, I’m sorry to


    bother you at this time, but I’vee to talk to you about my rtionship with Tristan.”


    Catherine said coldly, “We have nothing to say to you.” Bruce nudged her and said to Sylvia, “What do


    you want to tell us?” Sylvia immediately said, “I think you must have misunderstood me. Tristan and I


    have never shared the kind of rtionship you assume we have. Indeed, I work in his studio, but our


    rtionship has only been that of a superior and his subordinate. I have never flirted with him before, let


    alone have a man-woman rtionship with him. “Neither have I pursued any rtionship with him, nor


    have I ever wanted to marry him, let alone ask you guys to let him be with me. That’s all a


    misunderstanding. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Tristan. He will exin all the misunderstandings


    clearly to you.”


    She looked at Bruce and Catherine, enunciating her words clearly. There was not the slightest intention


    to hide in her expression.


    Bruce fell silent.


    However, Catherine snorted. “Tristan is so charmed by you that he’s willing to go on a hunger strike for


    you. He can lie to us and say that he has nothing to do with you.”


    Bruce thought about it and said, “That’s right. That brat flew back from Liberty for you and left his client


    behind. How are we supposed to believe you?”


    Sylvia frowned. She did not expect Tristan to fly back directly after dumping a client.


    Sonia immediately piped up from the side. “Uncle, Aunt, stop listening to her nonsense. Just tell her to


    leave.”


    Dona tugged at her and said to Bruce and Catherine, “Mr. and Mrs. Ledger, although Sonia is a little


    straightforward, her words aren’t without reason. The exhibition will be over in a while, but you haven’t


    picked your favorite paintings yet. Don’t let this ignorant girl waste your time.