Chapter 177

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. “