Amused by my words, Remington laughed and shrugged. “Well, his fantasy about his first love has been shattered, and the culprit is just right in front of him. His pride can’t take it if he doesn’t do anything about it.”
“Hah!” Other than rolling my eyes, I could not think of any other way to express my current feelings.
“Oh, right. There will be a few pretty girls at this party whom I had invited. Don’t flirt around, okay? Something bad might happen,” warned Remington seriously.
I pursed my lips, not knowing how to respond to that. Remington’s thoughts were even more ridiculous than Spencer’s.
“How did you come up with such a conclusion? Am I a frivolous woman? Or do I have some ambiguous relationship with a girl?”
“My friend said that your relationship with Crystal is the classic example of a love-hate relationship. It is only because both of you can never get together that your love is so tragically beautiful. After listening to her analysis, I thought that she made sense. So, you shouldn’t flirt around randomly. It’s terrifying when a woman turns evil.”
I had nothing else to say.
After I greeted Spencer, he chatted with me politely with a grim look on his face. Then, he insisted on challenging me to a painting competition. This time, he wanted to compete on speed. As I had no objections to it, I told him to wait for a minute while I head to the restroom.
“It doesn’t matter how much you try to delay it. If you don’t compete with me today, I won’t let you leave. Don’t even think of escaping!” challenged Spencer at my back. I was rendered speechless. Who’s escaping?
After I washed my hands, I left the living room and picked up my brush. Suddenly, I heard people discussing loudly behind my back, “What’s going on? Isn’t this a party for the prominent figures in the art industry? How can someone like her infiltrate this place? Look at how she’s holding the brush! This is a blatant insult to the brush.”
“Don’t be rash, Yvonne,” shouted Spencer and Remington simultaneously as a worried expression crossed their faces. I shook my head at them and smiled reassuringly.
“Don’t be a sore loser, then. I won’t go easy on you just because you’re a woman,” mocked Harvey.
While I went to choose my brushes and paints, I asked Remington, “What’s wrong with Harvey? Why is he targeting me? We’ve never even met before! Have I offended him?”
He glanced at Spencer standing at the side. When I saw her awkward expression, I got a sudden revelation and asked, “Is he a very good friend of Crystal’s?”
“No, he’s Crystal’s ex-boyfriend.” Remington added, “You shouldn’t have accepted his challenge. Although he isn’t as famous as us, he’s the strongest amongst us all. Even our teacher has said that we’re not as talented as him. If you lose to him, it might be hard for you to make a name for yourself in this industry in the future.”
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