Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174 The few of them started to mock Sylvia. 

Right when their gossip reached the climax, Tara stopped them and said, “It‘s been years since I contacted her, so maybe the misunderstanding still stands. Stop it, you guys.” 

“Tara, you‘re too kind. If I were you, I would have flipped.” 

“Yeah, I would teach her a lesson.” 

Tara simply smiled it off. “I‘m fine. Come on, let‘s go in.” 

The exhibition attracted quite a number of tourists. 

Tara was still the bronze prize winner in the art competition, and the paintings that she brought would surely sell for a decent price. The others agreed and entered the venue with her. 

Meanwhile, inside the exhibition hall, Sylvia and Christopher were strolling around the art pieces. Other than the winning artworks from the art competition, the winners of the respective artworks also brought their additional work out for display. 

Most of the artwork on display was not named, so it allowed everyone to enjoy and appreciate the artwork with an unbiased opinion. 

It also allowed the tourists to voice their constructive remarks without burden so that they could be more rational when making the purchase. 

Christopher and company looked at quite a number of artworks along the way and the comments he gave were mostly praises, with a few exceptions of constructive criticism. 

Some of the artworks on display were lackluster compared to others. It was then one of the tourists said to Sylvia, “Ms. Sunflower, I think this piece of sunset painting is quite eye–catching. Can you give me some advice or comment?” Another tourist echoed and said, “Yeah, I‘ve noticed this painting for quite some time now.” Christopher and the others turned to Sylvia with anticipation. The group looked at a lot of artworks along the way, and only Sylvia remained quiet throughout the process. “Okay.” She looked at the painting the tourist pointed to. The painting was of a sunset. It was huge, as tall as a grown man, and although it might look stunning, its flaws were obvious as well. 

Sylvia frowned after some careful scrutiny. She believed the painter of the artwork was close by, so she euphemistically said, “The colors 

used are too childish. There are no stunning skills involved. I can‘t tell what the painter is trying to convey, so I wouldn‘t suggest buying it at a high price.” Christopher nodded in agreement and in silence. The painting was one of the poorer ones, but he knew who the painter was, so he conserved his words and stayed quiet. 

The two tourists who inquired Sylvia to give her judgment were conflicted. 

Moments ago, they really wanted to buy the painting, but after her comments, their interest faded. It did not look as good as before. At the same time, Tara strode in with a grim look. She was obviously unhappy, but she remained polite as she stared at Sylvia. “Sylvia, I know there‘s some misunderstanding between us in the past, but do you really have to intentionally criticize my work in front of so many people?” Her work? Intentionally criticized?