Chapter 80 All Leftovers from Amelia
Over the years, Yasmin has taken really good care of her skin. It's smooth and delicate, with a subtle glow under the sunlight.
With a sharp crack, a clear handprint immediately appeared on her cheek.
Seeing this, Amelia frowned slightly.
"What's wrong? Do you have some kind of self-harm problem? If so, go back to your own house, close the door, and hurt yourself there. Don't pollute other people's eyes."
Yasmin sneered coldly.
"Who has a self-harm problem? You clearly hit me! Soon everyone will know that you're a violent maniac who hits people at the drop of a hat!"
She didn't believe it.
That Samuel and Steven would like someone with anger management issues.
As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her mouth to shout.
However, the next second, a silver needle suddenly appeared in Amelia's hand. At a speed invisible to the naked eye, she quickly inserted the needle into Yasmin's neck.
Then she swiftly pulled the needle out.
Yasmin only felt a slight sting on her neck. When she came to her senses and tried to continue calling for help, she found that her throat couldn't make a single sound.
She suddenly widened her eyes, looking at Amelia in disbelief.
Her expression clearly asking what Amelia had done to her.
Why couldn't she make any sound after just a pain in her neck?
Amelia's lips curved slightly as she said, "Don't be nervous. I just found you too noisy, so I made it so you can't talk! You'll recover in less than ten minutes."
"But let me give you a friendly reminder: before you try to frame me, you'd better look up."
"Look at how many cameras are on the ceiling of this Luminance Art Gallery."
After dropping that line, Amelia pushed Yasmin aside and walked away.
It wasn't that she couldn't wait for Yasmin to call people over and then use the surveillance footage to humiliate her.
She just felt that Yasmin wasn't worth wasting that much time on.
In other words, she had never taken Yasmin seriously.
These tricks of Yasmin's were all tactics she herself used to use frequently.
People aren't interested in humiliating an ant.
Seeing Amelia leave, Yasmin instinctively wanted to chase after her.
But remembering what Amelia said, she suddenly looked up at the ceiling.
She saw that the ceiling of the main exhibition area was covered with surveillance cameras.
Her face changed, and her mind went blank.
Right, how could she forget? The collections displayed here were priceless—how could there not be cameras?
It was only then that she realized Amelia had seen through her scheme all along. She just couldn't be bothered to play along with her act.
Yasmin touched her neck where she'd been pricked with the needle. Along with her anger, she also felt a chill down her back.
She suddenly felt that she might not be a match for Amelia.
This realization made her feel threatened, and even her hands started trembling.
It seemed she needed to think of other ways. On her own, she couldn't deal with Amelia.
She had to find an ally.
But before that, she needed to protect her own territory first.
Steven was all she had left now. She had to firmly hold onto his heart.
Otherwise, she would truly have nothing left.
With this thought, Yasmin gave up on the idea of chasing after Amelia to continue their confrontation. Instead, she went back to the lounge area in embarrassment to find Steven.
Once she won the championship, Bobby would change his opinion of her.
Once she married Steven, would she still worry about not having allies and the ability to deal with Amelia?
……
Meanwhile.
Amelia finally waited for Grant at the exit of the conference area.
By this time, quite a few contestants had already finished their competition and were coming out.
Many of them knew about Amelia's identity.
Seeing Amelia, the contestants' eyes lit up.
"Taylor!"
"Taylor, can you give me an autograph?"
"Taylor, we all saw what happened earlier. Please don't stoop to the level of that stupid Yasmin."
"Exactly! With your status, forget about sitting on today's judging panel—you'd be fully qualified to be the chief judge even at international competitions."
Everyone enthusiastically flattered Amelia one after another.
By the time Amelia wanted to stop them, it was too late—Grant had already heard everything.
He stared at Amelia with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"Amelia, what's going on? Why are they calling you Taylor?"
Amelia felt a bit awkward.
She had indeed deliberately hidden her various identities from the Richardson family.
Because she had suffered too much at Piper's hands, she wouldn't easily let down her guard or trust anyone easily, including these close relatives from the Richardson family.
She didn't want to end up like before, giving her whole heart only to nearly be sold out.
That's why she hid her identities and said she was cutting grass in the countryside.
But now, as she gradually grew closer to the Richardson family and developed emotional bonds with them, she knew that some secrets didn't need to be kept anymore.
The people in the Richardson family, except for Felix, were still worthy of her trust.
Especially Grant, who was closest to her.
"Grant, don't worry, I'll explain everything slowly."
As she spoke, she first thanked those enthusiastic fans, then pulled Grant to a place where no one was around.
"Amelia, are you really Taylor?" Grant asked impatiently.
Amelia nodded. "Yes. I am Taylor. I'm sorry, Grant. I've been hiding it from you and lied to you."
Feeling embarrassed, Amelia's voice grew softer and softer.
However, the next moment, Grant suddenly hugged her tightly.
"Amelia! You make me so proud! I'm your fan too! I really love your paintings! Amelia, I admire you even more now. You can not only fix tires and treat illnesses, but you can also paint! What should I do? I feel like I'm not worthy of being your brother."
Hearing Grant's voice, excited to the point of incoherence, Amelia's eyes were full of surprise.
She thought Grant would be angry that she had lied to him.
Even if he wasn't angry, he would at least feel a bit uncomfortable.
After all, he had always treated her sincerely.
But Grant didn't seem unhappy at all?
She pushed Grant slightly and asked in confusion, "Grant, aren't you angry?"
Grant was puzzled. "Why would I be angry? You're such an amazing person—I'm too happy to even have time to be angry. How could I be mad?"
"But I hid it from you and lied, saying that Taylor came to our village for inspiration, which is why I had her paintings."
Grant was even more confused.
"But if you're Taylor herself, doesn't that mean I can just ask you for your paintings from now on? Why would I be unhappy? This is wonderful news!"
Amelia felt speechless for a moment.
Grant was really so pure and adorable.
In his world, when it came to her, there seemed to be no option for "being angry."
As if no matter what she did, he could understand and accept it.
Amelia's heart felt warm.
"Grant, since you're not mad at me, let me tell you something that will make you angry."
Grant was puzzled.
Amelia really wasn't an ordinary person—even her way of speaking was different from normal people!