Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 72: Who Bought Her Paintings

In Ava Wright’s heart, Alia Wright was still that foolish girl.

No matter how much had happened before, even if she went to the old city to make a scene in front of Alia, Alia never broke off with her. As long as she softened her attitude, things could surely be resolved.

Alia thought it was amusing. She didn’t know whether her forr timidity had beco too ingrained in people’s minds, or if Ava was just too naive.

After she severed ties and plotted against the Wright family shares, Ava still thought she could easily be coaxed.

Alia cooperated by looking visibly troubled.

Ava grabbed Alia’s hand and continued to coax, "We’re good sisters. You need to continue studying at Elegant Art, just like before. With around, you don’t have to worry about being bullied."

Not be bullied?

In the past, she timidly followed behind Ava, doing whatever Ava told her to do. And what was the result? A broken family, a life worse than death.

At this mont, Alia said with a pure expression, "Alright then, I won’t use my previous style anymore."

Only then did Ava stop crying and left satisfied.

The sound of running water echoed in the bathroom as Alia washed her hands with disgust. The bandage on her left hand got wet, but she didn’t care.

Her eyes, cold and calculating, were intent on her sches. True, she wouldn’t use her previous style, but she would use a better one!

That was the edge honed from five years of tears and blood.

Ava, let’s hope I can give you a surprise.

The competition at Elegant Art was fierce.

Even if it was just a monthly exam, many people wanted to rank.

When Alia was initially accepted by Robert Reed, people couldn’t help but look up her past grades at Elegant Art.

They found out that Alia’s grades were really quite poor, barely passing each ti. How could such grades lead to an apprenticeship under Robert Reed? Wasn’t it only natural to be envious?

So for this month’s exam, many people had their eyes on Alia, keen to see what kind of results she would achieve. The dark side of human nature made them eager for Alia to embarrass herself.

Ava didn’t care about that; she was focused, imitating Alia’s previous paintings.

As for Alia, she was like soone in a personal bubble, out of place with everyone else, unapproachable.

She lazily began to draw, finished nonchalantly, and handed in her paper earlier than anyone else.

Many scoffed, thinking Alia was being pretentious.

But when the results were out, she wouldn’t be able to keep up the act.

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At this ti in the Ink Manor.

Robert Reed was a bit troubled.

Alia’s paintings were on display, but there wasn’t any interest in them.

Many people who bought artworks actually focused more on the fa of the piece and the collection value brought by that fa.

So Robert Reed directly issued an announcent.

[My only student is selling her paintings for the first ti. I hope friends in the industry will co and support her.]

With Robert Reed’s announcent, many people ca that afternoon, whether to get in good with Robert or just to join the fun, the Ink Manor beca lively.

"Old Mr. Reed, your student is really talented! Such deep skill in these works!"

"Old Mr. Reed has truly found a good pupil."

There were many praises, but no one inquired about the price.

Just as Robert Reed was contemplating whether to secretly have soone buy them to avoid disappointing his little apprentice,

a stranger entered the Ink Manor and directly said, "I’ll pay three million for these two paintings."

Robert Reed was instantly overjoyed.

Soone wanted to buy the paintings, and at a high price, too.

He had originally intended to discreetly have soone purchase them at about the sa price because any higher, and his apprentice would surely notice.

Robert Reed imdiately agreed to the deal.

The people in the Ink Manor watched this scene with envy; it was already good enough for a newcor’s works to be sold, but under Old Reed’s publicity, they were sold at such a high price.

Old Mr. Reed was indeed doing his best for this student.

Rose Taylor surreptitiously went over, and before the paintings were handed over, she flicked a drop of ink onto one of them while no one was looking.

She thought to herself, if the paintings from the first sale were returned, Alia wouldn’t be able to act so arrogant in the future.

Rose believed her actions were secretive, yet they were noticed by the ever-observant Mia Parker, who couldn’t believe what she saw.

Rose discreetly returned to her seat, but Mia whispered next to her, "I told you not to have any wicked thoughts. I really didn’t expect you’d do sothing like this out of jealousy. I’m going to tell Old Mr. Reed."

Rose’s expression stiffened; she didn’t expect to be seen.

With a look of panic, she pleaded, "Mia, please don’t tell Old Mr. Reed. If you do, my future will be ruined."

"But what you did was also to ruin soone else!"

"Mia, I’m begging you. We’ve been friends for so many years, you have to help this once. I promise I won’t do it again. Please give a chance."

Mia looked hesitant.

Rose bit her lip and said, "If you tell, I’ll go disappear! Do you really want to push to that?"

Mia was frightened by Rose’s nacing look, afraid she might actually do sothing irreversible, so she compromised against her better judgnt: "Okay, I won’t say anything this ti. But if there’s a next ti, I will definitely tell Old Mr. Reed."

"I promise, there won’t be a next ti."

Robert Reed handed the paintings over to the buyer, completely unaware of what had transpired.

Alia was even more unaware; she received the paynt notification at school and imdiately frowned, calling her teacher.

"Teacher, did you have soone buy my paintings?"

Alia was sowhat aware of her own level. Even as Robert Reed’s only student, she shouldn’t have sold at such a high price without any fa.

Robert Reed imdiately explained, "No! How could it have been !"

"Are you sure?" Alia was skeptical.

Robert Reed, as if making a vow, confidently declared, "I would never do such a thing. Little apprentice, your paintings were sold based on rit. I rely sent out an announcent to invite support from friends."

Robert Reed spoke with such conviction, without a hint of guilt.

Alia still felt puzzled inside.

Who on earth bought her paintings?

In her mind, Godfrey Shaw’s face suddenly flickered.

Then she ridiculed herself, shaking her head. Of all her paintings at the Imperial Garden, Godfrey hadn’t even glanced, so how could he possibly buy them?

anwhile, the results of the mini-exam at Elegant Art were released.

The campus’s public display screen soon listed the top one hundred.

Students gathered around, searching for their rankings, just like the public announcent of ancient imperial examinations.

Ava Wright was also there. She first checked her own ranking, 30th, and inwardly felt discontent. Since Alia married into the Shaw family and she couldn’t have her paint anymore, her grades had been falling.

But it didn’t matter, as long as Alia wasn’t ranked higher than her.

Ava scanned below her own ranking but didn’t find Alia’s na.

It seed Alia didn’t even make it into the top one hundred, well as expected.

After checking below, Ava finally looked upward from her na, noticing those she usually outperford were now above her, a malicious glint hidden in her eyes.

Until her gaze reached the very topmost na, Alia Wright!