Chapter 194 National College Art Competition
Her free–spirited confidence and perfect figure dazzled everyone the moment she stepped out of the Cayenne.
Heads turned. Men could not help staring.
No wonder–Tilda steering the Porsche one–handedly was just too cool.
Simon was already waiting at the entrance.
“Professor Linscott.”
“Tilda.”
She walked up to him, sliding her sunsses off. “I’m notte, am I?”
“Of course not–you’re right on time. Let’s go in.”
Tilda opened her mouth to reply, but a familiar, teasing voice cut her off
“Well, well.. Tilda. What a coincidence running into you here.
She turned and saw Alfie approaching, tall and sharp in a deep red tailored suit.
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At nearly 6’3“, he made the designer cut look like it had been created just for him. His short, neat hair and gray eyes glimmered with a sharpness that made people wary.
He was the kind of man who drew attention no matter where he went, like a rose with thorns. Women knew they would get hurt if they touched it, but still couldn’t help lean closer.
Tilda’s voice was cool. “What are you doing here?”
Alfie leaned closer, lowering his voice so only the two of them could hear. “The Woodward Group is sponsoring thispetition. My dad sent me to check things out. What about you? Don’t tell me you’repeting?<b>” </b>
He put on a fake look of surprise.
But of course, he already knew.
As a sponsor, he had seen the finalist list long ago.
A name like “Tilda” stood out like a firefly in the dark–impossible to hide.
The moment he saw it, he volunteered to attend.
Otherwise, he would never waste time on something as boring as a college artpetition.
Professor Linscott blinked curiously. “Tilda, you two are… friends?”
Before <b>she </b>could answer, Alfie shed a grin.
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Of course. Friends.”
He gave Tilda a sidelong look, silently begging.
<i>C’mon</i>, <i>we’ve </i><i>met </i><b><i>a </i></b><i>few </i><i>times</i>. I <i>treated </i><i>you </i><i>pretty </i><i>well </i><i>at </i><i>Sky </i><i>Dining</i>. <i>Don’t ruin </i><i>my </i><i>cover </i><i>here</i>.
Tilda’s lips twitched.
“Oh, I see.”
Professor Linscott’s eyes flicked between them, the corners of his mouth curling like he had figured something out.
“So Tilda’s boyfriend came to cheer her on at the finals–wee, wee!
“Son, your girlfriend’s a rare painting talent. This national championship is basically hers already.”
Cough, cough, cough!
Alfie nearly choked on air.
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“Oh, not official yet? That’s fine. You two look great together. Tilda’s in college, so dating’s perfectly normal…
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“No, no, no! I have zero romantic intentions toward Tilda! Please, Professor, don’t say that. If people hear, I’ll get myself killed!”
He was not exaggerating.
If Jude heard anyone mistook him for Tilda’s boyfriend, he would be beaten to a pulp, brotherhood or not.
This was the first time Jude had shown feelings for someone, and he was already doing shocking, out–of- character things for her. Alfie had noticed.
He was not about to be coteral damage.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Tilda cut in, massaging her temple. “Let’s just go inside.”
She did not bother rifying further.
Not when she had just seen the calcting gleam in Alfie’s eyes.
Let him stew in fear for a while–served him right.
The three of them headed into the venue.
Not long after, a fiery red Ferrari pulled up outside.
Preston stepped out, then walked around to the passenger side and opened the door with exaggerated gantry.
Out came K, <b>dressed </b>in a pure white dress, looking every bit the delicate princess.
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“Preston, I’m so happy you invited me. But …
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Her voice was soft, hesitant. “I didn’t have a piece chosen for thepetition. It’s Tilda who made it in. If I go in, she’ll justugh at me. Maybe … maybe we should leave.”
She looked timid, fragile–like Tilda had schemed her way into stealing thepetition slot that should have been K’s.
Of course, this was exactly how K always yed it with Preston, disguising her scheming as something innocent. She had whispered enough of this act into his ear while he was abroad that he had nearly lost his temper countless times at Tilda.
By the time he flew back to Cethend, Preston had already sworn he would set things right–help K reim her honor and make Tilda pay.