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Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 186
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Chapter 186 Glanchester City and Westchester City were next to each other, and while they were not far

from each other, traveling between them would take about two to three hours.

From the way Christopher Dendro put it, it seemed that he wanted Sylvia to stay in Glanchester City for a

couple of days. Sylvia pondered it for a moment before replying, “President Dendro, may I let you know my answer by tomorrow morning?” Christopher replied immediately, “Of course.” They continued their

conversation for a minute or so before ending the call. Sylvia then quickly called Isabel.

However, it seemed that the child did not have her phone with her as she did not answer, so

Sylvia decided to have dinner first. As soon as she finished her food, Isabel called back.

The young girl‘s sweet voice sounded through the phone, “Mommy, why did you call me?”

Sylvia laughed lightly before saying, “Isabel, is your brother with you?”. “Yeap, he‘s nearby.” “Get him to

listen in on the call too.” “Okay.” Isabel then called for Liam, “Liam, come quickly!” Soon, Isabel said,

“Mommy, Liam is here. You can talk now.” Sylvia then said, “Here‘s the thing. Mommy joined an art

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association previously, and they just invited me to an event in Glanchester City. I‘ll probably be back in

around two to three days. If Igo, I won‘t be able to see you both for the next few days. Do you want me to

go?” It was not like Sylvia had no choice but to head to Glanchester City; she still wanted to hear their

opinions. If her children did not want her to go, she wouldn‘t. However, as soon as she finished speaking,

Liam replied, “You should go, Mommy. You have fun. I‘ll take care of Isabel.”

Sylvia‘s eyes instantly went soft with adoration and she spoke to Isabel, “Isabel? Why didn‘t you

answer?”

Only then did Isabel speak softly, “Mommy, you must come back soon. As soon as you‘re back, you have

to come to see Liam and me.”

Sylvia chuckled and replied, “Of course, I promise.” She spoke with the kids a little more before ending

the call. Then, she started packing so that she could leave first thing the next morning.

The following day, Sylvia left in the morning. In exactly three hours, she arrived at the venue where the

Westchester Art Association was organizing their still–life painting event. It was a homestay located in an

area with natural beauty. As soon as Sylvia arrived, Christopher and the members of the Westchester Art

Association came rushing out to greet her. Sylvia returned everyone‘s greetings before heading to her

room to drop her luggage off. Then, she followed them to the still–life sketching site.

They promptly arrived at the foot of a mountain.

It was blessed with a stunning view. Right next to where they were set up was a winding stream with

bamboo rafts drifting on it, and on the other side was a dense jungle and a mountain range. The blue sky

above them seemed to stretch on forever. It was truly the perfect place for still–life painting. At this

moment, every participant in the event was present.

Most of the faces were young and unfamiliar, which probably meant that they were students from the Art

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Academy. Some were busy painting while some were grouped on the other side.

At first glance, Sylvia immediately noticed that the group was surrounding Tara Avery. She was wearing

an expensive dress, her long hair flowing down her back as she sat with grace on her chair.

Many students were holding out their paintings to her and sincerely asking for her evaluation of their

works. She maintained a lofty attitude, only willing to glance at their work when they brought it right in

front of her.

Sylvia followed Christopher as he walked over to Tara, only to hear Tara say to a female student, “This

painting is so–so. Next.

The female student was devastated at Tara‘s words, yet she still asked, “Ms. Avery, can you give me

some advice then?” Tara took a look at the girl.

The girl was wearing a low ponytail, and her loose jeans seemed like they were from a thrift store. Tara

immediately furrowed her eyebrows in displeasure. “I‘m busy right now.” The girl did not dare say more

and quickly walked away with her painting.