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Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 971
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Chapter 971 “Then, I came back.” 

Odell smiled and pinched her face, asking, “Why did you suddenly go to see a painting exhibition this afternoon?”

Sylvia‘s eyes flickered. “It‘s boring just being at home.” 

Odell pursed his lips silently. 

She looked up at him with glowing eyes. “Can you open the door on the third floor?” 

“Do you want to continue carving?” He looked at her with a sharp gaze. 

Sylvia hurriedly avoided his sight and said, “I want to paint.” 

“Do you really just want to paint?“, 

She continued to avoid his eyes and hummed. 

Odell smiled. “Sure. I‘ll open it tomorrow morning before I leave.” 

“Okay.” 

The next morning, after Odell left for work, Sylvia arrived on the third floor. She raised her hand and pressed on the

door handle. 

Creak. 

The door of the room was pushed open. 

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Her eyes lit up and she immediately walked in, going past the painting area to the carving section. 

After walking to that side, the light in her eyes instantly dimmed. 

There was not a single carving tool in sight on the wide table in front of her. There was not even a piece of wood.

The only things on the table were some carvings that she had finished before. 

She looked around and finally fixed her eyes on the locked cabinet behind her. She remembered that the doors of

the cabinet had been open the last time she came here. 

‘Did he lock all the tools for carving into the cabinet? Why is this man so sinister?‘ 

Sylvia‘s heart shattered, and she had no choice but to go to the painting section where a complete set of painting

tools were neatly arranged. 

Thinking of Simon and the others she met yesterday noon, she remembered the woods Simon had sent to

encourage her to paint. Sylvia hesitated, but she set up the drawing board and tried to pick up the brush. 

She wanted to paint. 

However, her mind was empty. Even after thinking for a long time, she had no idea what to draw. After pressing a

few dots on the drawing paper, she put the brush back and got up to 

leave. 

 

In the living room, Isabel was playing with Flint, obviously having sneaked out of class. 

Aunt Tonya was reprimanding her. “Isabel, your father will be upset if he knows you‘re skipping class. Go back to

class after you finish this game, okay?” 

Isabel‘s hands were furiously mashing the gamepad she was holding, and her large eyes stared at the screen,

obviously not listening to Aunt Tonya‘s words. 

Aunt Tonya was about to sigh when she suddenly saw Sylvia come over. She immediately said, “Syl, say something

to her.” 

Sylvia smiled. “Let her play.” 

Isabel and Liam had foreign language class in the morning. Furthermore, it was a language that was rarely used. 

School was about to start as well, and Isabel and Liam were both going to be in first grade. There were only a few

days left in the holidays, so there was no need to force her to study. 

Aunt Tonya added, “Syl, you can‘t spoil her so much. I heard from Sebastian that the children from Odell‘s cousin‘s

family already know three foreign languages by second grade.” 

“It‘s okay. Isabel is still young. There‘s plenty of time to learn later.” 

Aunt Tonya sighed at that and said nothing more. 

Isabel, who was playing the game without listening to anything else, turned her head and grinned at Sylvia.

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“Thanks, Mommy!” 

Sylvia laughed. “You‘re welcome.” 

After the little girl finished that round, she dragged Sylvia to her 

side to play with her. Sylvia then took Flint and played games with Isabel for the rest of the day. 

When it was almost evening, Flint got sleepy, so Sylvia took him to her room to sleep. She also fell asleep herself

not long after. 

Night came quietly. 

A black MPV stopped outside the main gate, and the tall figure of a man stepped down from the car. 

First, he went to the bedroom and saw Sylvia and Flint, who were sleeping. Then, he went to the third floor. 

He had locked up everything she used for carving, so the only thing she could do was paint. He wondered if she had

painted anything. 

 

 

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