Chapter 190 The more Tara thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She even regretted not
making a complete fool of Sylvia before kicking her out of Westchester City that year.
Fortunately, Odell only loved her now. As long as he did not know the truth, Sylvia could not snatch him
away from her.
However, she definitely could not lose to Sylvia!
She thought about it for a moment before calling Nesta.
The moment Nesta answered the phone, Tara said, “Nesta, are you busy right now? I don‘t want to be
alone, so I‘d like to stay with you.”
The next morning, after waking up, Sylvia headed out for breakfast. While walking there, she met a few
familiar faces and greeted them with smiles and waves. Some returned her smiles with their own, but
many half–heartedly greeted her before rushing off, as if they were actively trying to distance themselves
from her like she was infected with a contagious disease. Many of these people had chatted happily with
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇther yesterday, so she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
Soon, she arrived at the breakfast hall.
She saw many people sitting beside Tara and Nesta, and they greeted Tara enthusiastically before
chatting happily with her.
Tara, on the other hand, sat gracefully, only replying to them occasionally. This was until Sylvia walked in.
In an instant, Tara turned to look at Sylvia. Everybody else followed suit, their faces cold and
expressionless. Some even looked disdainful. Tara smiled and said, “Good morning, Sylvia.”
Sylvia knew in an instant that Tara must have made up lies to them. After shooting her a cold stare,
Sylvia ignored her and sat down at a table.
At this moment, Nesta, who was seated opposite Tara, spoke up, “Tara, why are you talking to her? Even
seeing her pisses me off. What‘s the big deal about being slightly famous internationally?”
It was quiet in the breakfast hall, and Nesta was not a quiet person, so Sylvia heard every word she
said.
Sylvia immediately shot her an icy glare. Nesta never expected Sylvia to look so vicious. Her eyes
trembled at Sylvia‘s reaction. With a
harrumph, she turned and looked the other way. Tara studied Sylvia‘s cold face and a smirk pulled at her
lips. Then, she said, “Everyone, don‘t stand around. Enjoy your breakfast. We still have to continue our
still–life painting later.”
At this juncture, the crowd around Tara dispersed.
However, before they left, a few people said, “Tara, although some people have talent and fame, they
have no personal virtue. You must not be angry with such people.” ”That‘s right. Besides, you‘re Master
Carter‘s girlfriend. He has been with you for so many years and treats only you well. It shows that your
character and charm are much stronger than some other people.” “Let‘s not talk anymore. We still have
to eat our breakfast.” As Tara spoke, her lips pulled into a wide smile and her face glowed with mirth.
Sylvia, who was sitting alone to the side, knitted her eyebrows tightly together. What were they talking
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmabout? Why could she not understand a word they were saying? Nevertheless, she ignored them and
continued eating her food. Suddenly, a girl sat down opposite her with a breakfast of her own. The girl‘s
hair was tied into a low ponytail and she was dressed plainly. However, her fair face was bright with
youth, and she looked pure and lovely.
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Sylvia remembered this girl. Her name was Harley Anderson. Sylvia had examined her painting
yesterday and given her some comments.
It must have taken her quite a lot of courage to sit down opposite Sylvia as Harley‘s cheeks were dusted
with pink. Soon, Harley spoke up, “Ms. Ross, don‘t you worry about them. I think you‘re a great person,
and you‘re definitely not the person they‘re making you out to be.” When Harley showed Tara her
painting yesterday, Tara had been indifferent and had merely said that her painting was so–so, which
made Harley doubt herself. However, when Sylvia looked at her painting, she had pointed out areas that
needed improvement but also praised her talent and told her to continue working hard.