Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 123: Amelia Wright Pushes Someone During the Livestr

It’s not easy for soone as rigid and stubborn as Old Mr. Rowe to say thank you.

But everyone present knew that this gratitude was well-deserved.

This place was so remote that it took an hour for the ambulance to arrive. If it weren’t for Alia Wright’s ergency aid, Matt Rowe might have been in real trouble.

Alia Wright just kept her head down and said nothing.

Matt Rowe’s family was abroad, so a few elders decided to stay here for a couple of days until Matt Rowe was completely out of danger.

Only then did Robert Reed ask, "Little apprentice, you even know dical skills? Why do you carry acupuncture needles with you?"

Alia stiffened: "I used to learn a little... carrying needles is just a habit."

Robert Reed was glad and said, "That’s a very good habit indeed. You saved my old friend’s life. I’ll stay here until Old Mr. Rowe is completely safe before going back. Anyway, you don’t have any urgent matters, so stay here and relax for a few days."

Alia shook her head and said, "No, I’ll head back first."

Robert Reed regretted, "It’s rare that you co out for a walk, and it turns out you seem to have co just to save Matt Rowe."

Alia stiffened even more, with pain hidden deep in her pupils.

She had indeed co specifically to save Matt Rowe.

Robert Reed saw that Alia wasn’t in high spirits and didn’t insist on her staying, only asked her to be careful on the way.

Alia fled back to the old town, as if escaping.

She had used her teacher to get close to Matt Rowe.

Alia was like falling into a kind of dark vortex, struggling in pain.

She told herself she should stay away from everyone.

From those she cared about and those who were kind to her, she shouldn’t get close.

Soone like her, heartless, for the sake of vengeance, she would use and hurt others without hesitation.

Robert Reed returned to Ink Manor on the third day and said that Matt Rowe had sent her a gift of thanks.

Alia didn’t dare to go to Ink Manor again.

She was like a malicious ghost lurking in the shadows, constantly torturing herself ntally.

And so, the second round of the national painting exhibition semifinals began.

Because there were too many participants in the second round, it was held at the cultural center.

There was even a live broadcast by the television station.

Many participants dressed up very formally.

So wore evening dresses, so dressed in traditional styles, everyone hoped to be the most dazzling one today, both in attire and in painting.

Alia wore an inconspicuous black dress, her skin as white as snow.

She seed out of place with everyone. Although beautiful, she was too aloof for anyone to approach for a chat.

Her phone vibrated, and Alia took it out to check.

She received a ssage on WeChat.

It was from Emma Lewis, who had previously returned to the Lewis family in Capital City due to urgent matters.

Emma sent a voice ssage: "Alia, I’m watching the live broadcast of the national painting exhibition. Do your best to paint. Everyone at ho supports you. Of course, even if you don’t do well, it’s okay. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself."

Emma spoke as if she were her brother, considering herself a family mber.

After listening, Alia’s expression didn’t change; she put away her phone expressionlessly.

After the incident with Matt Rowe, Alia had beco even colder.

No one should approach her.

She wasn’t worthy.

Perhaps Alia’s uniquely aloof aura was too striking that a reporter holding a cara approached to interview her.

"Hello, contestant. You seem very calm. Are you confident about today’s semifinals? Which school are you from?"

Alia turned, frowning slightly, and replied, "Elegant Art Academy."

She didn’t like giving interviews.

The reporter, upon seeing Alia’s face, was montarily stunned, nearly forgetting what he had asked before.

This face was so beautiful it seed almost unreal. Her expressive eyes seed to be filled with misty water vapor with an inexplicable fragility that pulled at the heartstrings, yet her whole deanor was of noble aloofness.

The seemingly contradictory aura blended perfectly in this one person, creating a unique magnificence.

Except for a crescent-shaped scar on her face, like a newly healed wound, pink skin marring her beauty as if a mischievous child had drawn on her with a crayon.

Yet it didn’t detract from her beauty.

It took a while for the reporter to gather himself, then he smiled and said, "I see, a top student from Elegant Art Academy. No wonder you’re so confident."

Alia made no reply.

The reporter felt sowhat awkward.

Just then, a figure in a gold dress squeezed through.

Ava Wright bead at the cara and said, "I’m also a student at Elegant Art."

Seeing that the reporter didn’t ask her anything, Ava turned to Alia and said, "Sister, why are you alone here? Co join us. We’re all friends, and it would be lively to chat together before the competition starts."

Ava, just as before, adorned herself head to toe to express her nobility.

But unfortunately, her face was caked with makeup, which looked quite fake.

As she spoke, she reached out, trying to take Alia’s arm to show sisterly affection and gain so screen ti in the live broadcast, paving the way for plans to bring Alia back later.

Even if the two had already torn faces, so what?

Ava believed that with caras on them, unless Alia was an idiot, she wouldn’t act out publicly.

However, Ava still underestimated Alia.

Alia directly reached out and pushed Ava away. Ava, already in high heels, lost her balance and fell to the ground, spraining her ankle painfully.

She looked at Alia in disbelief.

This was a live broadcast!

Ava instantly adopted a wronged expression for the cara and said, "It’s not my sister’s fault. I wasn’t careful."

The reporter frowned initially; barely starting the interview, he encountered a conflict between contestants, and they seed to be sisters.

He hesitated whether to switch interviewees.

But with the live broadcast ongoing, switching was not easy.

In the broadcast footage.

The chat had already exploded with criticism.

"The contestants this year are quite bold! The event hasn’t even started, and she’s already pushing people in public."

"Does she see the other as a rival, trying to injure her to secure an advance?"

"Why are today’s young people so gain-oriented?"

Occasionally, a timid ssage would pop up in the chat, "Don’t you think the girl who pushed is really pretty?"

"What good is being pretty if she’s heartless and acts publicly? But indeed, she’s stunning..."

"Do you all have any sense of morality?"

Alia couldn’t see the flood of insults in the live broadcast chat.

After pushing, Alia looked indifferent and haughtily said, "Indeed, it’s not my fault. You’re just too prone to accidents. After all, last ti you accidentally approached and left a scar on my face."

Ava’s facial scars were covered with foundation, but the light scar on Alia’s face was not concealed at all.

Upon hearing Alia’s words, the reporter frowned, glancing at Alia’s face.

The live audience also focused on Alia’s face.

So, the scar was made by this crying girl.

This enmity of disfigurent, such a deep hatred, pushing her doesn’t seem excessive...