Chapter 185 As Sylvia’s legs weren‘t in the best condition, she took a while to reach the living room.


    As soon as Sylvia‘s silhouette disappeared, Odell furrowed his eyebrows and threw the binocrs to the


    ground angrily.


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    Did this woman not follow the children into the house because she knew it would make me angry?‘ he


    thought.


    Odell tsked.


    ‘Then, it‘s best if she keeps out of my sight for good. She‘d better not appear before me with the reason


    of wanting to see our children in the future. Otherwise, I‘ll have her kicked out of Westchester City!‘ Odell


    kicked a chair to the side before walking out of the balcony.


    As Isabel‘s filming went extremely well with barely any NGs, her original half–month filming schedule


    was cut down to ten days. That afternoon, Isabel wrapped up her scenes for good. Director Capshaw


    personally gifted her a bouquet of red flowers. Everybody else in the production team was extremely


    fond of Isabel, and they all rushed to take photos with her. Sylvia and her children could originally leave


    in the afternoon, but night had long fallen once they finally left the filming location. When they arrived at


    the Carters‘ residence, it waspletely dark outside. Sylvia quickly woke her children up. “Isabel, Liam,


    you have to get down from the car now. You‘re home.” As per usual, the two children refused to leave


    their mother‘s side.


    Isabel mumbled, “Mommy, I don‘t need to go to the shoot anymore from tomorrow onwards. Does that


    mean you won‘t be keeping me and Liampany?” Liam said nothing, his eyes peering unblinkingly at


    Sylvia. Sylvia patted both children on the head. “You both have to go back to kindergarten tomorrow. I’ll


    come to see you at night.” Isabel pouted. “Okay then.” Sylvia gave both children a kiss on the cheek.


    “Okay, you both have to get down now. Great grandma must be waiting for you both for dinner.” Only


    then did both children disembark, this time with Liam leading Isabel.: Like before, Sylvia watched their


    retreating backs as she stood by the car.


    As soon as the children entered the living room, she turned to enter the car.


    However, just as Sylvia was about to ask Tom to send her home, a tall silhouette appeared in the corner


    of her eye.


    A cold voice spoke, “Why are they only getting back at thiste hour?”


    Sylvia was taken aback and immediately turned to look at Odell.


    He had his back to the light so all she could see was his imposing form. She could not see his face at


    all.


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    She knew he did not have a kind expression on anyway. Sylvia immediately replied, “Isabel wrapped up


    filming today, so a lot of people wanted to take photos with her as a goodbye. That‘s why we leftter


    than usual.” Odell hummed a reply.


    Neither did Sylvia want to hear his icy tone, nor did she want to be lectured or threatened by him, so she


    mmed the car door with a loud bang. Then, she said to Tom, “Tom, let‘s go.” “Yes, Ms. Ross.”


    Tom immediately started the car and drove out of this section of the road in the blink of an eye.


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    Outside the gate of the Carters‘ residence, Odell‘s tall figure stood unmoving. In the dark of the night, his


    expression was stern and his eyes were even colder than the winter night. A moment passed and his


    eyes did not seem to warm up.


    How dare Sylvia m the door on him?! She actually dared to drive off before he could finish!


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    He then turned around to walk back into the house. Just as he was about to enter, he stopped and


    turned to look at the bodyguard by the gate. With a cold voice, he ordered, “Tomorrow night, that woman


    is not to enter the house without my permission!”


    Sylvia soon arrived at her residence.


    Aunt Tonya was already done preparing for dinner and she had made all of Sylvia‘s favorites. She


    quickly took off her down jacket and sat down to eat with Aunt Tonya. After a while, her phone started


    ringing. It was Christopher Dendro, the President of Westchester City‘s Art Association, calling.


    Sylvia quickly answered the call before asking politely, “President Dendro, is there anything I can help


    you with?”


    “Here‘s the thing. We’re currently holding a still–life painting event in nchester City, and many


    students and artists are participating in it. We‘ll be wrapping it up in the next couple of


    days, and we want to invite you so that you can take a look at their works and give them guidance and


    advice.”