Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 144


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 144


    “The winner is…” Old Mr. Collins turned to face Emily first before he continued, “Emily…”


    Emily nearly jumped in excitement when she heard her name.


    “Hold on.” At that juncture, a cold voice disrupted the joyous moment.


    J strode toward the middle of the stage and stared at Old Mr. Collins with steadyposure in her


    eyes. “Old Mr. Collins, are you really going to announce the winner without looking at my work first?”


    she asked breezily.


    At first, J was in fact not too keen on winning the contest and bing the apprentice of Old Mr.


    Collins. However, she couldn’t ept it when somebody else won by stealing her idea, and it insulted


    her.


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    Old Mr. Collins looked stunned when he saw J rising to her feet.


    Everyone was dumbfounded for several seconds too before they burst outughing.


    “Isn’t the oue very obvious by now? Emily is clearly the winner of tonight!”


    “That J girl is such an attention-seeker. Won’t she feel embarrassed by making a fuss?”


    “Didn’t she see how good Emily’s work is? Does she think she can win?”


    “Hahaha, I really look forward to seeing her painting which must be as awful as a pile of dung.”


    “She really should reflect on her own abilities before making any noise. I don’t why she is looking for


    trouble despite the fact that her work won’t be better than Emily’s.”


    In an instant, everyone was condemning J for her shameless attitude.


    However, J was neither anxious nor angry standing in the middle of the hall. Staring at Emily’s


    painting indifferently, a trace of amusement was visible in her eyes.


    Calmly, shemented, “This koi painting is very beautiful, isn’t it?”


    To everyone’s surprise, J started off by offering Emily apliment.


    All of them were baffled as no one had a clue what she was trying to do.


    shing her a faint smile, Emily pretended to sound humble when she responded, “Thanks. Is there


    anything else you wish to express?”


    Raising her brow, J questioned, “May I know what inspired you to think of such a colorbination


    for the kois in your painting?”


    Emily chuckled, “Of course, I came up with it after some meticulous thinking. I’m not inferior to you in


    terms of my gift and effort.”


    J first chortled in response to her statement before she continued with a cold voice, “Really? I can


    see you’ve really made a lot of effort trying to imitate my sketches.”


    Everyone frowned in confusion when they heard J.


    Emily’s hands clutched the corners of her shirt tightly and nervously upon hearing J’s allegation.


    Indeed, the koi painting was one of the few paintings she had taken from J’s room before.


    When Old Mr. Collins announced that the theme was animals, her mind had gone nk for a moment.


    All at once, she thought of the koi painting she found in J’s room which struck her as a dazzling


    beauty. Finding it hard to believe that the work was produced by J herself, she was adamant that


    she must have stolen someone else’s idea and not J’s.


    She was sure J must have produced it by copying one of the masterpieces by some great artist.


    However, she would never own up to stealing J’s idea at such a grand asion.


    Emily retorted confidently, “Everyone here knows that you can’t really paint. So, why do I even need to


    steal your ideas? The drawing lessons I’ve taken over the years are surely way more than yours.”


    Old Mr. Collins too frowned in irritation as he had never expected to see J making a fuss at such a


    crucial moment. He must not have been thinking straight at the time he wanted to take her as his


    apprentice.


    All the guests offstage started using J.


    “What did she mean by alleging Emily to have stolen her sketches?”


    “Who does she think she is? Is her work even good enough to be imitated by someone else? She’s


    hrious!”


    “Can you even draw properly? I can’t believe you have the face to use Emily of stealing your idea


    while you can’t even produce anything good yourself!”


    “Exactly. J Jackson, don’t you think you’re being very shameless?”


    Seeing that all the guests were taking her side, Emily put on a miserable face and cried crocodile tears.


    “J, do you really hate me this much to look for my trouble on such an important asion? Why are


    you doing this to me? I created the painting myself and I won’t allow you to humiliate me!”


    She only dared to speak so boldly and confidently knowing J had no evidence to prove her


    allegation.


    If J managed to produce any proof, she would have to admit doing it.


    Listening to how unabashedly Emily had spoken, Lara had a pressing urge to dash to the stage and


    beat her up right away.