Chapter 795

Chapter 795

The hall went quiet for a while.

Shortly after Sylvia had started painting, some people in the crowd gasped.

Several people started to grumble and some started to whisper.

“What is this?”

“It's a blob of black. Even my dog can paint better than

her.”

“Isn’t she a famous artist? Is that all she’s got?”

“God knows. Ms. Springsteen is a lot better than her, yet she calls herself a master artist.”

Surrounded by the crowd, Sylvia was standing stiffly in front of the table with the brush in her hand.

She had only painted a black blob on the paper before her. There was no pattern and no shapes to it whatsoever.

She had no idea what to paint and while she was struggling with her thoughts , she had heard the crowd commenting on her

skills.

Everyone mocked her and belittled her for her poor performance.

Their words woke her up from her trance. Then, when she saw what she had drawn on the paper, the brush fell from her hand.

Her limbs went cold and her body stiffened.

The criticism skyrocketed.

Mr. Carmine, who she commented on earlier, grunted and complained , “I thought she was a good artist yet she’s even worse

than me, an amateur.”

“She’s not even half as good as you, yet she critiqued your painting.” “I don’t know about this but I've heard that her artworks

were highly sought after in the past. | wonder what has happened?” Ramona and Madam Springsteen had already stood beside

Lily the moment Sylvia started painting.

Seeing Sylvia’s wretched appearance put a smile on their faces.

Ramona even echoed the criticism that she heard from the crowd. “Hmph. She must have done so many evil deeds that it has

robbed her of her ability to paint.”

Sylvia was so petrified that her hands were tightly clenched.

Standing just outside the crowd, Odell frowned coldly at the situation. Just as he was about to walk over to her,

Simon came in from the side and stood in front of Sylvia.

Odell froze. He pursed his lips and suppressed his urge to go over. Aiming a frosty look at the crowd, Simon argued,” Watercolor

is not her forte and yet you people forced her to paint with this. It’s natural that she isn’t able to perform well.”

“Even if it’s not her forte, she shouldn’t have done so poorly.” “Yeah, wasn’t she good before?”

“Why are you so anxious, Mr. Amos. Is it your baby that she’s having?”

“Yeah. She divorced Master Carter some time ago, yet now she’s pregnant?” “I heard she has a complicated private life.”

The criticism started to grow out of control.

Sylvia clenched her hands tightly, until even her nails were digging into the palms of her hands.

Simon angrily argued, “You people call yourself the upper class yet none of you can speak decently?”

Tensions rose to a new high.

The crowd became angrier after being shouted at by Simon and a few seconds of silence later, the insults

became worse.

“He’s so anxious that we must be right.”

“He calls himself a master artist with that personality? | think he’s a liar.”

Further away, Odell’s expression turned grim. He moved his feet and wanted to intervene. “Enough!”

All of a sudden, Master Springsteen bellowed.

It silenced the crowd immediately, and it also stopped Odell from coming over.

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