The Lust Of My Husband

While the discussion was going on, the staff had already gotten the painting tools ready.

Zoe had been very angry, but the others had just given her a good mood, and she even felt that she had already had Randall's temperament.

Now she became generous when she looked at Juliana, "Juliana, all you have to do now is to tell me who painted 'The Peach and the Plum' and you won't have to paint."

Juliana glanced at her, did not say anything, and looked down at the painting tools.

The paints and all kinds of tools were very well prepared.

Minna was a little worried but didn't say anything.

This time, Juliana used colored pencils instead of pencils and started to draw.

She took a pencil and drew casually. The lines were crooked.

When Zoe looked at it, she snickered, "I thought she would draw really well, but the lines she draws are no better than my niece's."

Juliana drew other lines quickly and carelessly.

This time, the lines were straight as if they were drawn with a ruler.

Zoe was a little surprised but then added, "The lines are straight, but they're too stiff. What do you want to draw?"

It was not a math problem and there was no need to be that straight. A line that was too straight would appear less soft but rather stiff.

Juliana did not say anything but just drew on the paper carelessly and casually.

The crowd had been looking forward to it, but when they saw Juliana scribbling, they lost their interest.

Minna was confused and looked worried while watching.

She intended to teach Juliana, "Juliana..."

Zoe interrupted her, "Minna, since you're so sure she can paint, don't interrupt her."

Minna was tongue-tied and could only look at Juliana with concern.

Actually, she hadn't been in touch with Juliana for two or three years.

In her memory, Juliana's temper had always been like that. She would admit what she did and never admit what she didn't do.

Therefore, when Juliana said she could paint, she believed it.

But now, looking at Juliana's random scribbles, Minna became worried.

But Zoe raised her eyebrows watching a good show.

Now, she could finally humiliate Juliana and believed that her teacher would reward her by teaching her drawing personally in S City after knowing this, instead of giving her some drawing materials or lessons and letting her learn by herself.

Some of the onlookers who wanted to ride Zoe's coattails were taunting Juliana.

Some others watched quietly with no comments.

Zoe saw Juliana's drawing was a complete mess as if a kitten was playing with a ball of wool and making it all over the room.

She shook her head and said, "My niece's drawings are much better than this. She's just scribbling. I can't turn a blind eye to let her pass even if I want to."

Someone agreed, "When I first started to draw, I didn't do well, but I could at least make a sketch. She paints even worse than a kid."

Someone kindly advised Juliana, "Ms. Lewis, if you really can't draw, draw some flowers and plants."

Zoe saw Juliana remained unchanged and sneered, "She is so arrogant and she doesn't listen. She..."

Before Zoe could finish, she saw Juliana took a black pen instead and quickly drew on the picture.

Zoe's face gradually changed to one of shock, dismay, disbelief, and embarrassment at having spoken too soon.