Chapter 1142
Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife
Chapter 1142 Backstage, Haytham, who was in charge of directing the camera positions, showed a satisfied smirk after seeing
the studentsâ statements about withdrawing from the competition.
Seeing that they were almost determined to withdraw, he replied, âNo, the president may just be afraid of Sylvia because of
Master Carter. He already said that he'll withdraw her as the main judge if she doesn't draw well, so he can't go back on his
word. Don't worry. As long as she doesn't draw well, she won't be able to remain a judge.â
The students looked at his words and replied, âWhat if the president doesn't dare to withdraw her as the main judge because
heâs afraid of Master Carter?â
âYeah, are we supposed to put up with that too?â
âOf course, not. We need to have more courage to abandon the competition.â âThat's right. President Dendro already promised
us. If he goes back on his word, we'll abandon the competition. Everyone else will do the same as well. He won't be able to
continue hosting the art competition anymore.â âOkay, then it's settled. If she draws garbage but the president still wants to
protect her, we'll all withdraw from the competition!â
âOk, deal!â
Looking at how they were banding together against a common enemy, Haytham smirked and put away his phone.
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At that moment, a staff member in charge of the camera asked him, âMr. Lunder, the camera has been focused on Ms.
Springsteen for most of the session. The audience
probably wants to see the other paintings too. Should we move the camera?â
Haythamâs eyes flickered. He put away the phone and revealed a serious look. âSure. Move it to Mr. Smith and Mr. Moore.
They're old and experienced artists, so we
should give them more shots.
The staff secretly pursed his lips and thought, âIf they're old and experienced artists, why didn't you give them more shots
earlier?â However, he did not say anything and simply did as he was told.
In front, on the large screen above the stage, the image soon panned to the two old artists and their paintings.
They were both landscape paintings and were already half âfinished. From a glance, they looked quite good.
Many students calmed down and quietly admired and observed the paintings.
In the front row, Master Springsteenâs tense expression also loosened. Mr. Carmine, who was sitting to his left, smiled and
praised, âAs expected of experienced artists. Their paints are very good.â Master Springsteen smiled and pursed his lips.
After a while, the camera moved to Simonâs painting.
It was an oil painting of people. Although the painting was only partially completed, the characters in the picture were exquisite. It
was clear that Simon was a superb artist.
Master Springsteen smiled and praised in a low voice,â Not bad.â
Mr. Carmine also nodded along. âAs expected of the great Mr. Amos. It's a shame heâs friends with a piece of trash.â
âAhem.â Master Springsteenâs expression instantly turned cold as he cleared his throat.
Mr. Carmine immediately came back to his senses, remembering that Odell was sitting to Master Springsteen's right side. His
gaze shrank and he quickly shut his mouth.
The camera stayed a few minutes on Simonâs painting, swept past the two old artists, and then stopped behind Lily again.
Almost an hour had passed since the painting session started, but not a single shot had been given to Sylvia so far.
Master Springsteenâs expression changed, and he looked at Odell, who was sitting to his right.
Odell had his head turned so his eyes fell clearly on the far right side of the stage where Sylvia was. He did not look at the big
screen at all.
The little toddler he was holding in his arms, as well as the two other children sitting beside him, all shared his gaze and looked
at Sylvia.
Among his three children, only Flint was still unfamiliar with the world. Isabel and Liamâs expressions were cold.
Odellâs face seemed emotionless, but Master Springsteen was experienced and could guess that Odell was not in a good mood.
However, Sylvia was still painting, so he could not make a fit about it.
He pursed his lips and looked away.
Lily was the first to finish painting.
After signing her name on the corner of the canvas, she put down the brush and continued to maintain her elegant sitting
posture.
The camera presented her finished painting on the big screen.