Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 152: She’s Number One, and I Refuse to Accept It

After the results of the National Painting Exhibition ca out,

an award ceremony was held officially.

The top three were personally awarded by Master Painter Robert Reed.

At this mont, Emma Lewis appeared at the award ceremony, feeling a bit guilty.

She wasn’t there to watch; she was there to receive the award on behalf of Alia Wright.

Alia said she only cared about the ranking and didn’t want to attend such occasions, so she asked Emma to help receive it.

If soone else asked Emma for this kind of favor, Emma would definitely call them a troublemaker.

But with her own sister, what else could she say? She had to bite the bullet and help.

She was worried that if Old Mr. Reed knew Alia wasn’t coming, he might kill her.

On the award stage, the host began announcing awards, starting from the third place.

Everyone was watching, and quite a few were already looking for Alia in the audience.

After all, Alia’s face was unforgettable for those who had seen it once.

But after searching around, no one could find her.

Until the host on stage announced with a beaming smile, "Now, let’s welco the winner of the National Painting Exhibition, Alia Wright, to co on stage and receive the trophy from Master Painter Robert Reed."

Under everyone’s gaze, Emma Lewis went on stage with a fearless deanor and said, "Alia is busy with sothing, and she asked to receive the award for her."

Robert Reed shoved the trophy into Emma’s hands, and his face darkened a bit.

For those in the art world, fa and skill are often equally important.

Such a high-profile event, possibly a mont to beco famous nationwide, and Alia didn’t show up.

Old Mr. Reed didn’t know that Alia was only interested in becoming famous in Riverwood City. She knew she couldn’t save herself with painting, so she didn’t plan to devote herself fully to it.

There was already controversy over Alia winning first place.

Now, by not showing up to receive the award, this controversy beca even more apparent.

In this place with all eyes on it, a bold student voiced their doubts.

They shouted in public, "I disagree with the results of this National Painting Exhibition. Everyone saw Alia’s work during the competition, and I don’t think she deserves first place."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on site fell into a mont of silence.

The person shouting was also a contestant, whose parents didn’t support his pursuit of painting and had agreed to let him continue only if he made it into the top three.

But even after years of preparation, he didn’t make it to third place.

Since he couldn’t continue painting in the future, he didn’t care about offending anyone anymore.

In this dead silent atmosphere, the young man continued to shout, "I know Alia is a student of Old Mr. Reed. His students are different; of course, they receive special treatnt. We are all ordinary students, without connections or background, so naturally, we can’t get any ranking, but I just don’t agree!"

These words made the site even quieter.

It almost outright said that Old Mr. Reed was biased and cheated.

With an identity like Old Mr. Reed’s, if he wanted to intervene with the judges, he indeed could.

Emma Lewis was no longer embarrassed, and her face turned black with anger, and she couldn’t help but want to make a move.

Robert Reed stopped Emma.

The elderly man, with an extraordinary bearing, looked at the shouting student on stage: "You’re saying that I cheated and favored Alia Wright?"

The shouting student, watched by Robert Reed, felt a bit intimidated but still gritted his teeth and said, "I dare not say that, I only request to explicitly display the works for everyone."

Everyone thought Robert Reed would be angry.

After all, as a contemporary master painter and an authority in the field, such a figure could not be questioned.

Moreover, the people of Riverwood City all knew that Old Mr. Reed had a bad temper.

But the next mont, Robert Reed suddenly laughed, and with a kindly expression, said, "I think this student’s proposal is great. If everyone wants to see it, then let’s have the organizers bring it out for everyone to see."

The shouting student was stunned.

He didn’t expect it to be so easy.

Robert Reed smiled kindly, and although Alia didn’t co, displaying the work publicly among such doubts was also a chance to stand out.

Originally, there was no work display session.

But since Robert Reed had spoken, and there were still people questioning, the organizers had no choice but to bring all the top three artworks out, adding an artwork display session.

Starting with the third place.

It was beautifully painted, but not many were interested.

Just like the award ceremony, people usually only rember the first place; who would rember second or third?

Everyone was waiting for Alia’s painting.

When Alia’s painting was finally displayed before everyone.

The previously doubting student blushed imdiately and fell back into his seat.

The third-place painting depicted the noble spirit of plum blossoms.

The second-place painting portrayed the national beauty of peonies.

And Alia’s painting was a depiction of chrysanthemums in tribute.

It reminded everyone of a poem.

When autumn cos, on the ninth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and rival all others.

The aroma reaching the skies overwhelms the entire city with golden armor.

The painting contained a kind of battle spirit, a feeling of a general going to war.

Even those who didn’t know much could see a thing or two.

Most of the people present understood and naturally could see it.

Such a work was beyond what a student typically would create; it subtly showed the style of a master.

If such a piece wasn’t first place, then who could be first?

The doubt disappeared.

Robert Reed smiled happily.

Emma Lewis also smiled happily.

As for whether others were happy, that wasn’t important.

The events at the award ceremony soon spread.

Alia Wright won first place in the National Painting Exhibition.

The work was displayed publicly, living up to its na.

Alia’s reputation in painting rose suddenly.

She was a student at Elegant Art, the first-place winner of the National Painting Exhibition, and a student of Robert Reed.

The impact of winning first place in the National Painting Exhibition wasn’t just complints and admiration.

There was also so tangible effect, such as Cloudglow Design Departnt’s new products receiving overwhelming orders.

Alia Wright was the design supervisor for Cloudglow Jewelry’s customization, and even the famous Queen Morgan loved her designs.

Anyone who wins first place in the National Painting Exhibition surely has a sense of style, which would definitely be higher than other companies.

Previous orders at Cloudglow also proved this point.

The Cloudglow Design Departnt felt they should hire more people.

They were almost dead from the overti.

Sarah Bennett, who initially disliked Alia, was now calling her "our Supervisor" with every sentence.

She stopped wearing high heels and didn’t apply bright red lipstick anymore.

Don’t ask why; just ask and it’s because there’s no ti.

After all, their Supervisor only handed over the initial drafts, after which she didn’t manage anything else.

Sarah once thought she wanted to edge Alia out and expected her to leave voluntarily after fulfilling Queen Morgan’s order.

Thinking about it now, wouldn’t it be great if Alia showed up at the company a few more tis? Sarah was about to work herself to death.

This ti, the Cloudglow Design Departnt took a total of 12 orders because Alia only provided so many initial drafts, and they understood the concept of scarcity being precious.

And the Wright family, who were the first to successfully capitalize on the trend, also had orders pouring in.

Other companies in Riverwood City seized the opportunity and started to follow suit.

Just like before, it seed that custor preferences in this circle had changed.

Alia Wright happily watched as everything developed in the direction she anticipated.

Until the third day.

The opportunity she had been waiting for arrived.