Chapter 237

Lydia's expression wasn't great. "It's nothing." "Let us see it," Samuel spoke up, leaving Lydia with no way out. In the video, Leslie's painting was placed side by side with Tristan's-one look and you could tell who came out on top. Despite her clear win, Leslie looked chill, like she'd expected it all along. Then Emily's voice piped up again: "And get this, she claimed her painting's worth two million! Can you believe that? Dream on!" Samuel kept his eyes on Leslie's piece. He had to admit, she had serious talent. All these years, they'd tried hard to keep it under wraps-even the designs for the jewelry were actually Leslie's work. Letting her walk away freely like this? Yeah, that stung. But if Leslie really planned to cut ties with the Greens, then fine. Let it all burn. Declan's gaze moved from Leslie to her painting. Lydia noticed something different in the way Declan looked at Leslie now. Something... subtle, but changed. "Declan, maybe you could talk to Leslie sometime," she sa