Written Off as Trash, I Activated My Hidden Queen Mode novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 The Victorious Brush

“Fair? How can we know what she’s hiding?”

“Yeah, look at all her hair accessories. Master Inkblot isn’t prepared at all.”

Finish

The crowd wasn’t the only one crying unfairness–the live chat was flooded with complaints. Yvonne curled her lip into a cold smile. “What’s wrong? Does Master Inkblot find this unfair?”

Stella shrugged, her smile bright and carefree. “It’s fine. The boss sets the rules.”

The comment section exploded.

[Fan A: Wow, Queen Inkblot is so cool!]

[Fan B: Crush her, Queen! Crush her!]

[Fan C: Stella’s already winning just by showing up unprepared.]

[Fan D: Can’t you challenge someone fairly? Look at her covered in jewelry–total cheat.]

[Fan E: This is straight–up cheating in front of the whole country.]

[Fan F: Master Raindew’s just wearing accessories. Can’t Stella afford that?]

[Fan G: Master Raindew never studied painting. It’s unfair already.]

[Fan H: Stella never studied perfume, either!]

[Fan I: Quit fighting. We’re watching a free show between two legends. Just enjoy it.]

[Fan J: Both women are amazing. No need to drag anyone down.]

Yvonne smirked. “Then let’s begin.”

“Alright.”

Stella spread out her paper and arranged her paint.

Beside her, Yvonne pulled a hairpin from her head and straightened it out.

“Is she going to paint with a hairpin?”

The museum director from the judging panel adjusted his reading glasses and watched closely.

1/3

YPN

Chapter 242 The Victorious Brush

Finish

“It’s not just the pin–she has her bracelet too,” another aged master painter added with a laugh

Mia Bishop, a graceful and respected academy fellow, turned to Stella. “How will painting, Master Inkblot?”

you

be

Stella splashed paint directly onto the canvas. Her delicate hands moved like bold brushes, carving shapes across the paper.

Elias, the Shaw family, and others rushed in just to cheer her on in person.

The live audience and online fans were equally on edge.

Yvonne glanced at Stella now and then, a satisfied sneer on her face.

“I’m finished.”

Her painting was held up. “This is

“It’s a peacock!”

my work, ‘The Peacock“.”

“How can someone who doesn’t paint make it look so alive?”

“Was she hiding her skill?”

“She can’t use tools, but her jewelry works like brushes.”

“I think Master Inkblot is in trouble.”

Stella paid no attention to the whispers.

She pulled out her hair tie and shook free her long hair. She dipped the tie in paint, and every stroke left the crowd holding their breath.

“I’m done too.”

Everyone tensed up for Stella.

This piece is called ‘Until We Meet Again.”

When the painting was revealed, the room fell silent, then erupted in

gasps.

The judges stood, leaning in to study the landscape, stunned by its grand, sweeping power.

“This is true mountain–and–river majesty!”

“The rolling peaks, lush and vast–an absolute masterpiece.”

213

17:52 MON, Apr 13

Chapter 242 The Victorious Brush

“No wonder she’s Master Inkblot!”

P:

The praise was unanimous. The round was clearly hers.

“I declare this round to Master Inkblot!”

Yvonne was bitter, but she had to admit Stella was extraordinary.

Jasper stared at the painting, his eyes glistening.

VPN

55

Finished

No one else noticed the figure in the light–the golden glow spilling over hills, rivers, and woods, landing right on him.

The endless mountains mirrored the ones he’d climbed on his knees, praying for a future reunion with Nicole,

“Dad, this painting is for you.”

Jasper broke into a warm, joyful smile and gently stroked her hair.

“Can we start the perfume battle now?” Yvonne grinned, confident her moment had come.

“What are the rules this time?”

“I’ll be nice and give you all the tools and supplies, since you don’t know anything about this.”

Stella remained calm, even as her fans panicked online. Most of the crowd was just thrilled to watch such a high–stakes showdown between two brilliant women.

“Need me to walk you through the tools?” Yvonne’s tone was arrogant and mocking.

Stella only smiled. “I don’t cheat.”

Yvonne’s face flickered, then she smiled coldly.

Wait till you make a fool of yourself, Stella Shaw.

Yvonne worked with practiced ease.