Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 142: Who Is the Young Master Trying to Deceive?

Only Alia Wright herself knew that she was rely swayed by her own emotions.

The "Injured Crane Painting" in the semi-finals happened to be created after Alia used her teacher. The abandonnt and darkness she felt couldn’t be hidden, which made her hesitate.

And this ti, being confined for several days, she saw Julius Shaw’s obsessive affection towards her, Emma Lewis’s friendship, Hailey Smith’s resistance against Godfery Shaw because of her, and Elijah Jefferson’s loyalty.

These were too many things she had never seen or possessed before.

This caused a subtle change in Alia’s mindset.

The hatred and blood still entangled her, but soone was willing to lend a hand, and although they couldn’t save her, they gave her a trace of warmth.

She transford that painful hostility into a battle spirit.

A fierce and aggressive battle spirit.

She drew chrysanthemums.

Vast swaths of golden color fell onto the paper, not soft, not delicate, with a battle spirit that faced the wind.

The brush strokes flowed smoothly in one go, golden petals stained with blood, stern and fierce.

"After my flowers bloom, all others will perish!"

This was Alia’s flower.

After completing the painting in one stroke, Alia put down her brush and looked at her work with satisfaction.

Robert Reed had once praised that the emotions in Alia’s paintings were intense.

This was Alia’s strength, but it was also her weakness.

Her every stroke was too easily influenced by her emotions.

What she painted could easily get out of control.

The sa painting, with different emotions, she couldn’t reproduce it.

After finishing the painting, Alia sat bored on the bench, waiting for ti to pass.

She wondered if Emma Lewis and Hailey Smith had left the Imperial Garden.

With Hailey Smith there, Emma should be fine.

If, after a while when they go out, the Imperial Garden still hasn’t released them, she’ll return to the Imperial Garden.

She promised Julius Shaw she would return.

But going back didn’t an being locked up and confined.

Alia didn’t know how long she had waited; she was getting a bit tired when the bell rang in the arena, signaling ti was up.

Soon, at every position, a dedicated person ca over to collect the paintings.

The participants’ artworks were all collected, and only then did the arena slowly clear out.

Unable to walk, Alia could only sit on a chair, waiting for soone to pick her up.

Robert Reed led a few people, quickly running in.

Despite Old Mr. Reed’s age, he surprisingly didn’t run slower than the injured.

Besides Robert Reed being the only elder, the n in his group each had their own style. Although their faces were injured, without exception, they were all quite handso.

So many n, all ran up to Alia.

(Emma Lewis was successfully grouped as one of the n.)

They didn’t ask Alia how she painted.

They feared that if she didn’t paint well, she’d be unhappy.

Hailey Smith asked, "Miss, who do you want to take you away?"

Alia couldn’t walk, so she could only be carried or piggybacked away.

Elijah Jefferson strangely felt so expectation.

Emma Lewis also looked eagerly at Alia.

Basil Smith, who had made a mistake, was there to obey orders, not daring to speak.

Alia looked around and extended her hand towards Emma Lewis.

Emma Lewis seed like he had won a lottery, happily saying, "Co on, brother will carry you back."

Alia: "..."

Everyone felt that indeed Emma Lewis was not just categorizing herself as a man.

It seed she herself had classified herself as one too...

Amid envious gazes, Alia was surrounded by a group of n as they left.

Exiting the venue, caras outside were raised, snapping pictures.

The finals were confidential. To avoid influencing the participants, outsiders weren’t allowed in, nor was live broadcasting, so all the television crew waited outside.

The group with Alia was simply too eye-catching. The caras noticed them imdiately, capturing them in the fra.

Ava Wright, who was far away in a foreign land, stared intently at Alia in the cara, her eyes full of malice.

Ava Wright was now far away in UW.

The injuries on her face, due to constant makeup, had worsened. She had to hurry for costic surgery.

At this mont, seeing Alia being escorted out of the arena, Ava’s expression was utterly twisted.

She didn’t make it to the finals, but entering the finals didn’t matter to her anymore. She now had more important things to do.

Previously, she accidentally overheard that Alia married Young Master Shaw. Ever since, she had been thinking about how to use this information for so benefits.

Finally, she figured it out.

Alia seized her deserved spotlight, so she would take what should belong to Alia.

Ava took out her phone. The card number on the phone was anonymous, and she sent a ssage to Godfery Shaw.

"Young Master Shaw, who would have thought, Alia married not Young Master Shaw but you. With such concealnt, when you haven’t even divorced yet and have another so-called fiancée, who exactly are you trying to hide from?"

On Godfery Shaw’s side, he was cleaning up the room.

Seeing this ssage, the emotions he had suppressed with dication nearly spiraled out of control once again because of this email.

He announced his divorce with Alia and brought in an Evelyn Dawson, all to deceive the Capital City Shaw family.

To pull Alia out of danger.

But now, soone actually knew. Who was this person?

Thinking of these things, his eyes were full of brutality, yet he received a second ssage: "I don’t care who Young Master Shaw wants to deceive; I just want to exchange this info for sothing."

Godfery Shaw replied: "What do you want to exchange it for?"

Fortunately, it was text, so the murderous intent in Godfery Shaw’s words couldn’t be discerned.

Ava Wright, holding the phone, continued to send ssages: "It’s a necklace, the one Alia handed over to you after her grand wedding. If Young Master Shaw agrees, I’ll pretend to know nothing and keep this secret."

Godfery Shaw thought of the wedding night, when Alia, who originally demanded a divorce, suddenly said she wouldn’t.

She asked him not to lock her in the Imperial Garden, using the necklace as collateral to show she wasn’t lying.

The other party was after the necklace. Was it because it was valuable, or did they have another motive?

In an instant, myriad thoughts crossed Godfery Shaw’s mind, but he quickly typed: "Okay, I agree, where will the transaction take place?"

No matter what the other party’s intentions were, he had to first stabilize them.

If this information got out, it would be too dangerous for Alia.

He didn’t yet have the absolute power to contend with the Shaw family; he couldn’t take that risk.

Ava Wright noticed Godfery Shaw agreeing without hesitation; she smugly put away the phone, didn’t reply, intentionally leaving him hanging.

Making him anxious enough would make the transaction go smoother.

Not long after, Godfery Shaw indeed got anxious, sending another ssage.

"I can agree to your terms, but if this info leaks even slightly, no matter who you are, no matter where you are, I’ll definitely dig you out and kill you!"

Ava shivered.

Suddenly realizing that Godfery Shaw was known in Riverwood City as the one man who should never be provoked.