Chapter 751: Chapter 751: Things Stolen Will Never Belong to Oneself


    “Those attending Xenia Jaak’s banquet are definitely all unreliable friends!” Tobey Swift snorted coldly, “Sis, here you are holding a banquet for your apprenticeship, attended by dignitaries from the art world, while she merely invited yboys who enjoy frivolity andck real talent or ambition!”


    Tracy Swift understood that the quarrel she had with Xenia Jaak at the entrance would certainly get out, and people wouldpare their two banquets. Apart fromparing the venues, they would alsopare the status of the guests to determine whose connections were stronger.


    Having be Lester Bank’s apprentice, she had truly be a woman of substance, a nobledy, and a pride to her family. How could an ignorant and ipetent nobledy like Xenia Jaakpare to her?


    Meanwhile, in the Aroma Pavilion, all the guests had arrived. Those who Xenia Jaak had invited were her friends, and as the number of people was notrge, the spacious Aroma Pavilion seemed somewhat empty.


    After everyone was seated for a while, someone curiously asked, “Who are the people in the No.1 Private Room? It seems quite lively there!”


    The Aroma Pavilion is an independent courtyard of the Fragrant House, with beautiful scenery. Usually, it is not open to the public and can only be entered with the permission of Albert Sullivan.


    And the No.1 Private Room happened to be opposite the Aroma Pavilion. Seeing theings and goings there, and its lively state, everyone couldn’t help but wonder who’s holding a banquet in the No.1 Private Room today.


    At these words, Xenia Jaak’s face darkened instantly: “Someone is just holding an apprenticeship banquet there, what’s there to see?”


    At that moment, a waiter knocked and came in, saying respectfully: “Miss Xaviera, Miss Swift from the No.1 Private Room would like to invite you to her apprenticeship banquet.”


    Xenia Jaak roared in fury: “Is she ever going to stop? Does she have a screw loose in her brain? How would she have the nerve to invite my Xaviera to her apprenticeship banquet?”


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    Xaviera Evans slowly raised her eyes. Where she was sitting, she could just see the No.1 Private Room. There was a painting at the entrance, which looked somewhat familiar.


    “Who drew that painting?” she asked.


    The waiter replied, “Miss Xaviera, I’m not quite certain about this. However, it is said that that painting is by Miss Swift. Mr. Lester Bank chose to ept her as his disciple after seeing it.”


    Xaviera Evans raised the corner of her lips slightly, “Is that so…”


    Previously, she had drawn a painting on a whim at Libanan University art hall. Afterward, she remembered the painting and went back to find it, but it was gone.


    She thought it had been taken away by the administrator and didn’t pursue it. So she didn’t expect it ended up with Tracy Swift, who even used this painting to be the disciple of Lester Bank.


    Xenia Jaak also nced at that painting, her face full of surprise, “You are saying this painting was by Tracy Swift? How could it be? Could she possibly have such a level of skill?”


    Mrs. Jaak hesitated a little, “It seems to have the style of ‘Cold Night’.”


    Xaviera Evans couldn’t help nodding. When she drew this painting, Caleb Mamet was instructing her, and Caleb Mamet’s style did indeed resemble ‘Cold Night’. Mrs. Jaak also could tell.


    Mrs. Jaak eyed that painting thoughtfully, “I never thought Miss Swift would be so talented in painting. It really takes one by surprise.”


    Now Xaviera Evans understood why the always haughty Lester Bank would take Tracy Swift as his disciple. It turned out that this painting was stolen, and moreover, it was a painting she and Caleb Mamet had done together.


    Her expression was calm as she said coldly: “I am not going, could you help me refuse it?”


    Tracy Swift must be addicted to stealing, first her music ount and now her painting. But Tracy Swift seems to not understand one thing—the stolen things will never belong to her.


    Xaviera Evans rejected the invitation, Tracy Swift didn’te to bother her anymore, so it was peaceful for a while.


    When the banquet was half over, Xaviera Evans went out for fresh air. When she passed by the No.1 Private Room, she encountered a handsome young man painting at the entrance. He looked quite young and there was a hint of sadness between his brows.


    When Xaviera Evans walked by him, she heard him murmur to himself: “When will I be able to paint as perfectly as Miss Hayin?”


    “How can I create a sense of depth for this rose?”


    “The floralnguage of the pink rose is a vow of love, how can I express the unwavering loyalty of love in the painting? It seems that no one can paint it better than her.”


    “If Miss Hayin was here, maybe she could give me some guidance.”


    Xaviera Evans paused, raising an eyebrow. Was she really that amazing? Had she already gotten a fan?