She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 180: On-Site Graffiti Creation Nora also looked at Cheyenne in shock, but after a brief moment of panic, she suddenly relaxed.

"It's impossible. How could Cheyenne be painting? And even if it's a simple oil painting, it would take several hours to complete. She couldn't finish it in just one hour.” At the stusing two paintbrushes? Xzavier remembered a small segment he had read before about Vera, the famous painter from the 17th century who was known worldwide for simultaneously using multiple paintbrushes.

She could use up to two at once.

No one has been able to achieve that level since her time.

He thought that Cheyenne probably knew she didn't have a chance of winning and deliberately imitated Vera so that losing wouldn't be too embarrassing for herself later on.

The outside speculation or disdain had nothing to do with Cheyenne as she continued to draw her own thing. What ordinary people needed several hours to complete an oil painting took her only half an hour.

The queue of people waiting to submit their work was almost over and there were only a few people left waiting. Many participants who were eliminated on the spot also left feeling disheartened by their failure. The whole venue seemed much more relaxed than before.

More and more participants gathered around Cheyenne as everyone's eyes turned towards the girl under the eaves. She wore plain yet mismatched pajamas with long hair tied up in loose strands falling from her temples, complementing her delicate collarbone while exuding laziness mixed with charm.

Excellent! It's done! The woman stood up abruptly and held up her artwork under sunlight for everyone else to see. There were murmurs among the crowd expressing interest in this "doodle" of hers...

Sean stood beside Nora with his arms crossed, coldly saying, "She really knows how to catch attention! I've never seen her paint since we were kids; what can she draw?" Eleanor chimed in agreement, "Exactly! Does she think this is skind of playground? That kind of art won't make it into any high-class galleries." Cheyenne paid no attention whatsoever though; after finishing off this oil painting, everyone thought that would be all but instead saw how she took small steps back towards where she sat...

"What else does she have to do?" Jerry watched the scene and couldn't help but mutter curiously, recalling her question when she left earlier.

"Is there a reward for the competition?" "Of course, the first place in each group will receive a prize of 200, 000 dollars. Not only that, but they will also have the opportunity to be recommended by mentors and have a chance to study at Royal College of Art." At that time, Cheyenne's expression becmysterious. She squinted her eyes and lightly laughed. "200, 000 dollars... okay then. But every little bit counts." Jerry couldn't bring himself to say his sarcastic remark - "Do you think it's that easy to get first place?" He was afraid that if he said it, Cheyenne would hack his computer again.

In front of everyone's surprised gaze, Cheyenne spread out a white piece of paper on the table. Without finding any paperweights, she picked up two bricks from the ground as substitutes.

She lifted her fair hand and took off the brush from her head in an instant; her dark hair cascaded down like seaweed. The brush danced in her hand as letters were shown on the paper.

"She is showing her calligraphy skills!" "Isn't Cheyenne supposed to be an academically challenged student? How can she write calligraphy? It seems like she has been hiding this talent all along!" "Shut up! You haven't even seen what characters she wrote yet; you guys are praising too early." Not only were those netizens shocked by this sight but so was Nora. Cheyenne had never wrote or paint at home. Rumor had it that all of Cheyenne's homework was done by her classmates whom she forced. Finally Cheyenne was the last one who hadn't submitted her artwork. She hurriedly put away her pen and, as she didn't have a seal, she decided to use red ink and pressed her thumb on the bottom left corner, leaving her own fingerprint as proof of her identity.

"Cheyenne!" Hearing her grandpa calling out for herself made Cheyenne lift up her head and nod slightly before picking up her oil painting and heading towards oil painting group area.

Theo wasn't very happy about this situation though; he immediately frowned, saying, "Why cover here? Isn't this wasting my time?" Another judge also felt a headache. “Exactly, ever since I becfamous, I have had a problem. Whenever I see an unsatisfactory work, my heart feels extremely uncomfortable." He could already imagine how much his heart would be affected when he saw Cheyenne's painting later. Oh right, medicine! He first went to prepare scalming medicine as backup. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if he fainted on the spot.

"I am actually expecting her artwork. After all, she is old Mr. Edwards' granddaughter and..." He had never seen anyone use two paintbrushes to paint before.

As soon as this judge finished speaking, the other two judges immediately refuted him together.

"You are Layne's old friend, so you must be helping him speak up. Professor Michael, I advise you to prepare yourself mentally."

The conversation of the three people reached Nora and her mentor's ears. was She was mementor's is slightly nervous and stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer without blinking.

"Don't worry; have confidence in yourself! You've been practicing for over ten years; you won't lose out to that spoiled woman!" Xzavier secretly pulled her hand and patted her back gently. Sean was talking with his girlfriend Mikaela when he turned around and saw this intimate scene between Xzavier and Nora by chance.

He subconsciously frowned. “Was this action too much? But Xzavier is a famous young painter with so many admirers around him. He won't have an affair with Maybe my sister, will he? I am imagining things!" After Sean thought it through, he breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his gaze towards Cheyenne who walked up in front of him. "Cheyenne," reminded him kindly, "You didn't forget our bet from before, did you? If you lose, then you will be at my service!" His voice wasn't small so everyone around them heard it too.

What bet? It sounded quite exciting! The woman didn't show any signs of fear at all but lazily glanced at Sean, then lightly snorted, "Don't forget if you lose, then you have to kneel down and apologize." "I won't lose! You are just pretending; there's no way someone like you can win against my sister." "Oh," Cheyenne responded indifferently, then walked past Nora without even looking at her once. This attitude made Sean stomp his feet again out of anger.