Chapter 734: The only enemy is Xaviera Evans

Chapter 734: Chapter 734: The only enemy is Xaviera Evans

There was no need to mention music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, Tracy Swift had mastered them by the age of six. No one in her generation could surpass her. Even though she lacked good looks, her extraordinary talent secured her a top position in the Imperial City.

But now there was Xaviera Evans…

She had asked before coming and was told that there were no cameras in the painting studio. She could destroy the painting now, and nobody would know. The Turner family would not know of Xaviera’s true strength.

No matter what, she must maintain her reputation as a talented woman.

Now that she had Rita’s account, in addition to music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she also had musical skills. No one in the Imperial City could compare with her. Her only enemy was Xaviera Evans.

In the end, Tracy Swift reached out to tear the painting, but at that moment, footsteps sounded from outside, and the art hall manager entered, “Miss Swift, I’m sorry, but the painting studio is about to be locked.”

Tracy Swift’s heart pounded, filled with guilt. She forced herself to calm down and smiled slightly: “I apologize, I stayed too long.”

The manager looked down and happened to see the painting, exclaiming in surprise, “Miss Swift, did you paint this? This painting is simply brilliant!”

Tracy Swift was stunned for a few seconds before suddenly realizing that the manager thought the painting was her work.

“Miss Swift, your work is so beautiful that I cannot find words to describe it. Acclaimed painter Mr. Lester Bank happens to be in the art hall now. I would like to show him this painting. Would you agree, Miss Swift?”

Tracy Swift was too excited to speak. The manager continued, “Mr. Lester Bank has been looking for a disciple to pass on all his knowledge to. Miss Swift, I have a feeling that if Mr. Bank sees your painting, he might…”

The manager didn’t continue, but Tracy Swift understood his meaning. Naturally, she wanted to become Mr. Lester Bank’s disciple. With that, her status would be invulnerable. However, the painting wasn’t hers…

In the end, Tracy Swift didn’t refuse, and they took the painting and left.

Mr. Lester Bank was over seventy, with white hair. He had come to the art hall to find a pleasing artwork and a talented disciple, but ultimately left disappointed.

Just as he was about to get in his car, the manager rushed over, “Mr. Bank, wait! Don’t leave in a hurry, please take a look at this painting first.”

Lester Bank’s eyes were full of impatience. He had been very disappointed today and didn’t want to see any more paintings. However, since the manager had made a special trip, he reluctantly took a glance, and then he exclaimed: “This is perfect! Who painted it?”

The manager quickly introduced: “This is Miss Swift’s painting.”

Lester Bank looked at the scholarly Tracy Swift standing in front of him, trembling with excitement. He had shown amazing painting talent since he was six years old, and by his twenties, he had become a top figure in the painting world. He had always wanted to find a brilliant disciple. However, now he was already seventy and still hadn’t found a satisfactory disciple.

Now…

Lester Bank asked incredulously: “Did you really paint this?”

How could such a young girl paint such a perfect work? The lines were smooth, and the colors were used accurately. More importantly, the painter’s state of mind was very relaxed, giving people a sense of detachment that ordinary painters could never achieve in their lifetime.

Sweat seeped from Tracy Swift’s tense forehead, then she laughed and nodded, “I painted it.”

If Mr. Lester Bank took her as a disciple, she would inherit his mantle and improve her painting skills.

She could explain her lack of similarly stunning paintings in the future by saying she had no inspiration. After all, painters’ creations require inspiration. Mr. Lester Bank would probably understand.

As long as she became Mr. Lester Bank’s disciple, she would surely become the top talented woman in the upper class, and no one could shake her position!

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lester Bank suddenly hesitated, his eyes fixed on the two strokes in the middle of the painting. He could tell at a glance that these two strokes were powerful, not from the hand of a single painter.

So he asked, puzzled: “However, it seems that the two strokes in the middle of the painting belong to a male painter. They are powerful but filled with gentleness. The rest seems to be painted by a female painter, gentle and smooth, filled with a soft atmosphere. Miss Swift, this was not done by you alone, was it?”