Chapter 1101 “Compared to the ones I painted some time ago?”
Odell pinched her cheek. “You are the painter. Shouldn’t you know better than me?”
Sylvia felt she had done better than her previous work, but she wanted to hear it from a third person’s
view. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
Odell bent over and moved his handsome face closer. He looked at her with a bewitching smile and
said, “Kiss me and I’ll tell you.”
Sylvia raised a brow at him. “Odell, I’m being serious here.”
“I am too,” he said.
Sylvia was left speechless because he did not look serious at all.
She rolled her eyes at him. “If you don’t want to tell me, fine. I’ll go show it to the President and Simon.
They will tell me.”
She was clearly not in a lovey-dovey mood. She wanted to return to her painting, but his strong hand
held the back of her head, so she was forced to turn back to him. Before she knew it, his handsome
face was already in front of her.
“Mmm!”
He kissed her firmly yet delicately on the lips, only releasing her after he had his fun. He looked into her
eyes deeply. “It’s better than your previous ones.”
It was even better than the painting that made her famous.
Sylvia swallowed her complaints and smiled. “Really?”
“Really,” he said firmly.
“Okay, I’ll go become the judge.”
“Sounds great.”
Sylvia picked up her phone and texted Christopher.
The art competition was in three days.
After Sylvia informed Christopher of her decision, she received the agenda for the competition.
There was a meeting before the competition to finalize everyone’s job scope and duty on that particular
day.
Sylvia woke up early for the meeting and went downstairs in fresh new clothes.
When she was at the door, a cool-looking sports car was already waiting in front. In his handsome suit,
the man leaned on his car lazily while waiting for her.
Sylvia went to the car and announced , “I’m ready. Let’s
go.”
He opened the door for her before he got into the driver’s seat himself. The car then drove off to
Westchester Art Association’s office.
Half an hour later, the car arrived in front of the art association office. There was still half an hour until
the meeting, and other than Sylvia, many people were arriving. Sylvia ran into Lily when she got out of
the car.
Lily wore a pair of high heels that complemented her svelte dress. She also had a jacket draping over
her shoulders and wore a pair of glasses. Her outfit screamed high society, granting her a frosty
demeanor that would keep people away.
Her secretary was behind her. Other than the familiar few who greeted her, the others tried to stay out
of her way. When she spotted Sylvia , she lifted her chin arrogantly and wore a vague smile.
Sylvia looked away and pretended she did not see her.
To her surprise, Lily came over and called out to her, “Ms. Ross, are you here for the meeting as well?”
Her condescending tone matched her haughty demeanor.
Sylvia answered out of annoyance, “Do you think I’m
here for fun?”
Lily’s expression froze for a moment before she curled her lips into a grin. “It seems like you have
agreed to become the judge. I’ll be looking forward to the work you display on the day itself.”
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