Simon directly said, “They said you destroyed Odell and Tara’s rtionship and became a mistress. I


    asked them to stop spreading nonsense, but they didn’t listen to me. What b*llshit! How could youe


    between someone?” He got angrier the more he said. Sylvia’s gaze turned cold.


    She was almost certain that Tara was behind it.


    Sylvia said, “Forget about them. Let’s go in first.”


    “Okay.” Simon followed closely beside her. Sylvia had known him for many years, and they always had a


    good rtionship. Simon was like her fierce bodyguard. He red at anyone who dared to look at Sylvia


    with a peculiar look.


    Sylvia was quite mad a while ago, but she was soon amused by Simon. “Simon, ignore them,” Sylvia


    took a seat with Simon after saying so while smiling. They sat together in the first row. When it was


    almost time for the meeting to start, Christopher walked in with a few other leaders of the association.


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    After they came in, Tara walked in with the help of two women she was close with, her face pale.


    One of them was Ariane Pugh, who entered the national artpetition with Tara at the same time and


    got an Excellence Award. The other was Renna Cummings, who just joined the Art Association not long


    ago.


    As they walked past Sylvia while supporting Tara, they looked at Sylvia coldly in unison. Sylvia met their


    gaze coldly as well.


    Ariane and Renna’s eyes flickered, possibly because Sylvia’s gaze was too steady and intent.


    Tara said, “Ariane, Renna, stop it. I’m fine. Let’s quickly sit down.”


    Ariane coldly snorted at Sylvia, and then she and Renna helped Tara to the seats behind. They acted as


    if Tara’s frailness was caused by Sylvia.


    Soon, Christopher’s voice broke the stiff atmosphere.


    He went straight to business and talked about the artpetition they were holding in coboration with


    the Art Academy.


    Thepetition was open to every art student in Westchester City, and there were not many changes in


    the rules.


    After introducing the details, Christopher asked, “Is there anyone who would like to add any


    rmendations?”


    A few people experienced inpetitions gave some suggestions. About half an hourter, they came


    up with some good suggestions. Then, Christopher said, “We’d like to invite a few experts to be our


    judges this time.”.


    As he spoke, he nced at Sylvia and two other famous artists and asked with a smile, “Sylvia, Simon,


    Mr. Smith, and Mr. Johrison, are you free during thepetition period?”


    Mr. Smith and Mr. Johnson both said they could clear out their schedules. Simon replied, “I have a trip


    overseas, so I might have to be absent one or two times.” “It’s okay.” Christopher then looked at Sylvia.


    Sylvia was about to speak, but Ariane, who was sitting a few rows behind her, suddenly stood up. She


    challenged, “President Dendro, the participants in thispetition are all students. I don’t think it’s


    suitable for Ms. Sunflower to be a judge.” The room was quiet for a second, and then someone echoed,


    “I agree with Ariane.” “Ms. Sunflower’s amazing deeds had spread through our circle. If she bes a


    judge at this point, how would the public look at the Art Association?” “Yeah, shecks virtue. She


    probably won’t be a good judge either.”


    Their words became sharper and more sarcastic.