Chapter 67 I Really Like You
Yasmin had just chatted with Geraldo about the general flow of today's competition, and by the way, asked around to find out who was participating.
Learning that they were all nobodies, she suddenly felt victory was in the bag.
So she said goodbye to Geraldo for now and went to the restroom to touch up her makeup.
Geraldo had mentioned that after the competition results came out, the champion would receive the award from Samuel himself.
Although she was unhappy with Samuel's protective behavior toward Amelia, it didn't stop her from wanting to perform well in front of Samuel.
People naturally seek benefits and avoid harm.
Getting Samuel's favor was more important than anything else.
And more importantly, if she really caught Samuel's eye, Steven could become her backup option.
The Sullivan family didn't like her, so marrying into that family would bring many conflicts later.
But the Crawford family was different.
Stanley was said to have little time left, and his wife had passed away long ago.
If she married in, she would be the only lady of the house, with no internal family conflicts.
However, these were just thoughts in her head - she didn't have much confidence.
But trying wouldn't hurt.
So Yasmin spent a long time getting ready before coming out, and happened to miss the moment when Amelia revealed her identity.
She had no idea that Geraldo, whom she was so proud of knowing, was actually Amelia's student.
Steven hadn't arrived yet. Yasmin walked around but couldn't find Steven or Geraldo anywhere, so she decided to look for Niamh instead.
But after another round, she couldn't find Niamh either, and couldn't help frowning.
Where did Niamh go?
She pulled out her phone from her bag and called Niamh.
The first call - Niamh actually rejected it directly?
But Yasmin didn't think much of it, assuming Niamh might be nearby and just hung up.
After waiting a while with no sign of Niamh coming to find her, she had to patiently dial Niamh's number again.
This time, Niamh's phone was finally answered.
But before she could say anything, Niamh questioned her on the other end with obvious anger.
"Why are you still calling me?"
If Yasmin hadn't hidden from her that Amelia was Taylor, she wouldn't have embarrassed herself so badly today, wouldn't have been completely blacklisted by Samuel, and wouldn't have almost ruined her family's business with the Crawford Group.
So the first time, she didn't want to answer Yasmin's call at all.
It wasn't until Yasmin called a second time that she sat in the car listening to the ringtone and finally couldn't stand it anymore and picked up.
Yasmin was clearly stunned after being snapped at by Niamh.
She suppressed her displeasure and asked in confusion, "Niamh, what's wrong with you?"
Niamh laughed in anger.
"You have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?"
Yasmin was already very annoyed inside. If it weren't for her, Niamh wouldn't even have qualified to enter the exhibition.
But she still held back her anger and asked, "What happened? Who upset you?"
"Who else? Amelia!"
"Amelia?"
"Let me ask you! Why did you hide from me that Amelia has exceptional painting talent?"
Yasmin was stunned again, then laughed.
"Niamh, are you mistaken? She just came back from the countryside - how could she possibly have exceptional painting talent? Stop joking with me."
But then, thinking about it, Yasmin suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did she tell you that?"
"Of course!"
"You've been fooled."
Yasmin said with certainty, "This Amelia is full of lies - there's not a single true word from her mouth. How could you believe her?"
Niamh on the other end was stunned in disbelief.
Could it be that Yasmin didn't know Amelia was the famous Taylor?
She probed, "Why do you think she's lying?"
"Because this isn't the first time she's lied. Just last week, she lied and said she was the famous Miracle Physician."
It was just Amelia's good luck that she happened to meet a patient like Roman whose condition happened to improve.
Seeing Niamh suddenly fall silent on the phone, Yasmin thought she had realized she'd been fooled and was too angry to speak.
So she continued, "Don't believe a single word Amelia says from now on. You just need to trust me."
Niamh's feelings were mixed.
She suddenly felt that Yasmin was a bit ridiculous and a bit pitiful.
She opened her mouth, about to explain to Yasmin, but then thought that if it weren't for Yasmin's misleading, she wouldn't have embarrassed herself so badly and been kicked out in public.
So she swallowed back what she was going to say.
"Whether to believe or not doesn't matter anymore. I have something urgent, so I'm heading back first. Good luck to you."
With that, Niamh hung up directly.
Their friendship wasn't that deep to begin with.
Niamh had embarrassed herself and didn't want to share her experience and lessons with Yasmin.
If they were going to be embarrassed, they should be embarrassed together, so she wouldn't be the only one laughed at.
Two people being laughed at together meant having company.
Yasmin looked at the suddenly disconnected call, her annoyance almost reaching its peak.
What kind of person was this Niamh?
She had kindly brought her to Luminance Art Gallery to attend the Crawford Group's charity exhibition, and she dared to treat her with this attitude?
Was it because she was no longer the glamorous daughter of the Richardson family?
If she had known Niamh was this kind of person, she shouldn't have chosen to bring her in the first place.
She should have brought someone else.
After all, during afternoon tea, Niamh wasn't the only one begging her to bring them along.
But it was too late to say this now.
Yasmin quickly adjusted her mindset and scrolled through the photo album on her phone.
It was full of paintings by Grant that she had photographed using the excuse of getting her suitcase when she went to The Richardson Manor.
Today's competition was free-form, with the only restriction being that it had to be an oil painting.
Grant's specialty happened to be oil paintings - she just needed to pick one, memorize it, and copy it later.
Thinking of this, Yasmin began carefully selecting which painting to copy.
Meanwhile.
Amelia was being led by Samuel toward the conference hall.
Samuel couldn't help but look at Amelia's profile.
She was beautiful from every angle - even her profile was stunning.
If at first he was interested in her because Amelia looked like the woman he had a one-night stand with.
Later, he treated her differently after witnessing Amelia's medical skills and Combat Arts.
Now, knowing she was his favorite oil painter Taylor, his feelings for her had added curiosity and admiration on top of what was already there.
She was like a treasure trove - every time he dug, he discovered brand new gems.
It was just that Amelia had been cold toward him from the beginning.
Especially after what happened at the Combat Arts Association, she even showed some resistance toward him.
He didn't know what was wrong with her.
But he wasn't impatient - instead, he wanted even more to change her attitude toward him.
In the past, he didn't bother pleasing others, and now that he had become the head of the Crawford Group, he didn't need to please anyone.
So when it came to how to please someone, he really had no clue.
He could only speak on instinct.
"I really like your paintings." He racked his brain but could only come up with this one sentence.