Slam! The reply that Tara got was Tom slamming the door close. She was left alone on the spot as the car drove away. Her fists clenched tightly and she said with a cold grin, “You… I bet it must suck for you.” A while later, the distress on her face faded. She kept replaying the scene where the influential figures of the art association had surrounded Sylvia and how the tourists had admired her. What fueled her anger was that the tourists ignored all her paintings just because of some comments from Sylvia. Those who simply got a recognition award from the competition even got a few of their works sold, and yet Tara, the bronze prize winner, did not even sell a single piece. It was the biggest insult she received since she stepped into the art world. She was deeply irritated. A while later, where her irritation faded a little, she called Odell. The moment the call got through, her eyes turned red. With a sobbing tone, she said in a grievance, “Odell, where are you? C
Sylvia’s expression changed and she thought of Tara right away. If she was correct, after she left the exhibition venue earlier, Tara must have called Odell and orchestrated this. No wonder Odell came home early today; it was to stop her. Sylvia smiled at him. “Yeah. The art association held an exhibition for the prize winners, and I went to look at paintings with the president. I also went to give some advice to other interested tourists.” Odell grunted at her curved eyes. “Is that so?” “Yeah.” “I heard almost all the prize winners' paintings were sold.” “They were.” Odell shot his blade-like gaze at her. “Then, why did Tara fail to sell any?” Sylvia looked up at him calmly and said, “I believe you will have to ask her why her paintings are so bad.” Odell tightened his narrow lips and continued his cold gaze at her. If his gaze was any sharper, it would have punctured two holes in Sylvia’s head. Sylvia awkwardly chuckled and waved the bag of snacks in her hand. “
Soon, Odell heard Isabel’s adorable voice welcoming her mother came from inside the living room. He tightened his lips and glanced at the bodyguard at the gate. The bodyguard explained, “Master, she was too fast just now. I didn’t even realize.” He also did not expect Sylvia to break free from Odell’s grip and charge inside like a chariot. Odell had one last glare at him before he strode into the living room. Inside the living room, Isabel and Liam clung to Sylvia tightly and were munching on the snacks she brought. Even Madam Carter also enjoyed the pastries that Sylvia had prepared. When Odell came in, the living room turned quiet. Isabel and Liam cautiously looked at him. Madam Carter said, “Odell, I told Sylvia to come earlier.” In other words, if he was unhappy with the decision, he could take it up to her instead of holding Sylvia responsible. Odell glanced at Sylvia before he sat down on the couch and started reading. Madam Carter sighed a breath of relief. I
“I’m reading.” A quick thought later, Odell continued with a question, “Have you eaten?” Sylvia said in a small voice, “Not yet.” “It’s already late. Why haven’t you eaten anything yet?” Tara was waiting for this. She protruded her lips and said, “I’m feeling unwell. I don’t have any appetite.” Odell’s voice grew heavy as he said, “I’ve already warned Sylvia to not pick on your again. Hurry and get something to eat. Don’t worry about it anymore.” Tara frowned. Just a warning? She eased her furrowed brows and said with a disheartened tone, “Okay, Odell. But I think Sylvia really hates me. She’s a famous artist now. Even the president of the Art Association tries to flatter her. I’m afraid that she might resort to some shady schemes secretly.” “She wouldn’t.” “But…” Odell stopped her. “If she picks on you again, I’ll make Sunflower Bloom disappear from the art world, forever.” Tara’s eyes shone. He still cared about her the most. However, her thoughts and her words
At Carter Tower, Odell was working in his office when the phone on the desk rang. He put the document down and answered it after a glance at the screen. “Grandmother, what’s the matter?” Madam Carter told him about Isabel’s movie shoot that would start tomorrow. She also said, “Isabel has always wanted to shoot a movie, and she really loves to act. Why don’t you let her go have a try? Syl will be with her all the time to take care of her.” Odell reacted rather coldly. A moment of silence later, he said, “I understand.” Madam Carter hung up the phone with a smile. Odell’s face remained frosty. ‘The woman doesn’t even want to talk to me and went straight to Grandmother instead? Does she think I won’t agree?’ He just did not want his children’s lives to be overly enlarged under the public’s eye, but he did not want to kill his children’s interest just because of his disinterest. As he mulled over it, his finger slid across his screen and dialed Sylvia’s number. Sylvia
As long as Sylvia could accompany Isabel to her shoot, she would be willing to tolerate any offense from Odell. She returned to the car with Tom’s help. Sylvia had already sorted out the information on the production crew before printing it out. As soon as she settled into the car, she took out her phone to send the file to Odell. In the message, she typed, “Here’s all the information on the production crew, do take a look when you can.” Odell replied, “Sure.” Sylvia tsked at Odell’s profile picture before keeping her phone away. … Night soon fell. At the Carters’ residence, Sylvia had already coaxed Liam and Isabel to sleep, but Odell still had not replied to her message. She thought that he had probably seen her message, and his lack of a reply meant that she was allowed to bring Isabel to the shoot. Sylvia gently kissed her children on the cheeks before she left for home to pack. The filming location was in the suburbs to the north of Westchester City. It was a
The director of “Flowers Blossom” was a middle-aged woman referred to as Director Capshaw. She had a stern countenance, but as soon as she laid eyes on Isabel and Liam, her expression eased into one of warmth. With a smile, Director Capshaw greeted Isabel and Liam, “Hello, Isabel. It’s nice to meet you and your brother.” Isabel replied sweetly, “Hello, Director Capshaw. It’s nice to meet you too.” “May I carry you?” “Yeah.” Director Capshaw immediately bent over to carry Isabel in her arms before she kissed her lightly on the cheek. Then, she looked toward Liam and asked, “Hey, little man, can I carry you too?” Liam furrowed his eyebrows in response. At this, Isabel quipped, “You can’t do that. My brother isn’t used to being too close to people.” Director Capshaw smiled and replied, “Very well then.” She cooed at Isabel for a moment more before turning to look at Sylvia, greeting her with a smile as she did so. “Hello, you must be Isabel’s mother.” Sylvia pushed h
As soon as Sylvia got home, she immediately headed toward the kitchen to prepare snacks for her children so that they could eat at the filming location. At the same time, a black sports car pulled to a stop in front of the Carters’ residence. A man got out of the car, his tall and slender form moving quickly into the house. Soon, he arrived in the living room. A maid quickly came forward to take his coat and the box he was carrying. Odell walked further into the house. On the sofa were Isabel and Liam, who were tucked into Madam Carter’s sides. Liam was messing around with a Rubik’s cube. At the same time, Isabel was munching away at a large packet of potato chips while she and Madam Carter watched TV. Upon seeing Odell’s arrival, Isabel pouted at him instinctively. On the other hand, Liam was so engrossed in playing with his Rubik’s cube that he did not even bother to lift his head. Madam Carter smiled at Odell in greeting. “Welcome back, Odell. Have you eaten your