Chapter 234

Emily actually had some decent art skills herself. Not saying everyone in this major is a genius, but at least they can tell quality when they see it. Leslie's painting? Flawless. The style was mature yet so unique and full of character-it just pulled you in, made it impossible to forget. Leslie nodded, clearly pleased with the stunned silence around her. Then she added, a little smugly, "But hey, if you wanna call me a pretty face, I'll allow it. I mean, not everyone's got what it takes to be one." Miles couldn't help but chuckle in the crowd. Man, this girl. He casually took out his phone, snapped a pic of her painting, and sent it to Broderick. "Bro, you better keep your wife in check. She's out here breaking the world." In the photo, everyone's eyes were locked on Leslie. When Broderick opened it, his gaze lingered for a moment. She was standing right there in front of the crowd, cool as ever. No nerves, just composed, with this calm, commanding presence. Instead of looking at Tris