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Chapter 792
Mr. Carmine turned to the voice, as did Sylvia. Lily was standing about a meter away from the crowd
with Odell beside her.
The man’s upright figure and handsome looks stood out from the others.
When Sylvia turned around, she found him looking at her with his deep gaze. The cold look on his face
shielded his thoughts from her. Sylvia locked eyes with him for a second before she looked away. Mr.
Carmine smiled and asked, “Lily, are you trying to flatter me?”
“Of course not. I’m telling the truth,” Lily said with a smile.
Mr. Carmine was over the moon because of the praise. He then shot a displeased gaze at Sylvia,
expressing his annoyance.
Sylvia frowned.
Simon wanted to step up to defend her. He disliked the man’s attitude and wanted to comment on his
painting as well but Sylvia stopped him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe then said to Mr. Carmine, “Ms. Springsteen is right. Your painting is impressive, it’s me who is
short sighted.”
Only then did Mr. Carmine give her a slight smile.” You’re still young, but I’ll take your advice and see
what to improve.”
Sylvia tightened her lips but remained quiet.
Then, someone in the crowd said, “Ms. Springsteen is a fan of painting as well. Why don’t you give us
a live demonstration as well?”
Everyone then looked at Lily.
Lily smiled. “Painting is just my hobby, I’m an amateur in this. I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself.”
“Ms. Springsteen, we are all amateurs here, please grant us the pleasure of watching you paint.”
“Yeah, Ms. Springsteen. We really want to see you paint.”
The others started to echo the suggestion.
Mr. Carmine chuckled and added, “Lily, it’s been many years since I’ve seen you paint. This is your
grandfather’s event, and as his granddaughter, I think you should do a live demonstration for us, for his
sake.”
With an embarrassed smile on her face, Lily said, “Okay, but please don’t laugh at me if I embarrass
myself later.”
“Oh, who would dare to laugh at you in front of Master Carter?” Mr. Carmine said. “Yeah, we would not
dare to.”
The crowd teased her and she smiled shyly.
Odell stood beside her as he listened to the flattery and praise with an expressionless look on his face.
His eyes, however, remained fixed on Sylvia.
Sylvia looked down and silently stood in between Simon and Christopher as if she were a statue.
He frowned. Then, as the crowd cheered, Lily moved over to the table with the painting tools. The
crowd gathered closer as they wanted to watch Lily paint up close. Sylvia was quickly pushed to the
back of the crowd Since she did not want to be sandwiched in amongst the crowd, she held her belly
with one arm and slowly retreated from the crowd.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs she drew distance from the crowd, someone knocked her on the shoulder and made her lose her
balance.
Fortunately, before she fell, a strong arm caught her and helped her back to her feet. She had thought
it was Simon or Christopher , but when
she regained her balance and turned around, she saw Odell’s handsome looks.
He frowned and gruffly said, “Be careful.”
Sylvia’s gaze shifted and she quickly drew back her arm. She then hurriedly walked away from the
crowd, leaving the man behind.
The man was disheartened when she left him in such a hurry.
He wondered if she was really that scared of him?
Seeing that she had made her way over to Simon and Christopher, he grunted before turning away.
He headed to the rest area, where Master Springsteen was.
The rest area on the second floor was equipped with a soft couch. Not only did it provide a place for
people to rest, but it also enabled one to have a bird’s eye view over the hall.
Master Springsteen was seated there as he enjoyed his tea.
Someone whispered into his ear, “Sir, Ms. Lily is painting. Would you like to go and take a look?”
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