The first person to walk out was a dandy middle-aged man in a suit.


    Someone in the audience had seen him before and shouted as soon as he came out, “It’s Jackson!”


    The next person who came out also wore a suit. He had a beard and looked like he was in his forties.


    Someone also recognized him and said, “That’s Aqu!” Then, the atmosphere in the hall went silent.


    Everyone looked behind Aqu, expecting to see Sunflower, who had never shown himself in public


    before. What did he look like? Was he as tough and wild as his paintings? Was he very handsome? Or


    was he straightforward and unique?


    Soon, the sound of wheels sliding rang out in the silent air,


    Everyone held their breath and looked intently at the podium. At the same time, the door at the back of


    the venue was pushed open. Tristan, who just arrived, looked up


    On the bright podium, a young woman in a wheelchair appeared.


    Tristan was frozen in ce.


    Someone in the audience screamed in shock, “Oh, God! Sunflower is actually a young woman!”


    At that instant, Emmanuel, Dona, and Sonia also stood up. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they


    looked at the figure in the wheelchair.


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    Bruce and Catherine also stood up in shock


    The man who had been sitting elegantly in the middle of the front row was also stunned. He frowned as


    his gaze locked onto the figure.


    That was because the person who came out in a wheelchair behind Jackson and Aqu was none other


    than Sylvia.


    At the same time, the host pointed at her and shouted excitedly, “Ladies and gentlemen, please give a


    warm wee to the esteemed Sunflower!”


    She was Sunflower, the one who everyone was anticipating


    Sylvia smiled and followed Jackson and Simon’s actions, waving her hand toward the people in the


    audience.


    Her eyes also locked onto Emmanuel, Dona, Sonia, Bruce, and Catherine, meeting their shocked and


    dumbfounded gazes. Then, she looked at Odell’s sharp eyes as he sat closest to the podium in the first


    row.


    She nced at him indifferently and was then pushed to the middle of the podium so that she was


    between Jackson and Simon.


    Then, the people who won the gold, silver, and bronze awards standing in front of them turned around


    eagerly to look at the presenters.


    Sylvia looked at them with a smile and saw Tara, who was standing at the very edge.


    Tara’s eyes widened and she asked, “Sylvia? Why are you here?”


    Sylvia ignored her. Beside her, Simon asked curiously, “Sylvia, do you know her?”


    Sylvia said, “Yeah, but we don’t get along.”


    She was very blunt. Simon was also a candid person and said, “True. If you were on good terms, she


    wouldn’t be oblivious that you were Sunflower.”


    Tara froze as her face turned pale.


    Sunflower? Sylvia is Sunflower? That master painter, Sunflower, whose works have been the most


    sought after, is actually her? ‘No. This can’t be!


    Tara subconsciously backed up to the edge of the stage. Then, her foot slipped on the edge and she fell.