Chapter 81 Results Announced
"Go ahead, say whatever you want. I won't get mad no matter what you say."
He couldn't dote on her enough!
The next second, Amelia said, "I suspect that Yasmin suddenly came home to get her luggage just to copy your painting. I saw through the hallway surveillance that after she went upstairs, she entered your room."
Hearing this, Grant, who had just said he wouldn't get angry, immediately changed his expression.
"I'm going to confront her right now!"
In the past, if Yasmin copied his paintings, so be it.
He didn't care about those things anyway.
But now, after the family went bankrupt, the first thing Yasmin did was cut ties with them.
And that wasn't all—she sold the house and made them go live in a dump!
Someone so vicious, selfish, and ungrateful didn't deserve to get any benefits from the Richardson family!
He'd rather feed his paintings to dogs than let Yasmin copy them.
Grant turned to go confront Yasmin, but Amelia grabbed him.
"Grant, where are you going?"
"Didn't you say you suspect her? I'm going to ask her right now!"
Amelia fell silent.
Well, a simple personality was cute, but it wasn't without its downsides.
"Grant, don't be impulsive. If you confront her now, she won't admit it anyway. Better to wait until her painting is displayed, and once you confirm she really copied your work, then expose her. Otherwise, if I'm wrong, it'll just give her a chance to humiliate us."
Grant was actually already pretty sure that Yasmin had made an excuse to go to his room to look at his paintings.
Because this wasn't the first time Yasmin had copied from him.
Last time she won first place in a competition, that painting was copied from his.
But although he didn't like Yasmin, since she was still part of the Richardson family, he didn't want to embarrass the family, so he kept quiet about it.
But now that Amelia was telling him not to be impulsive, he wouldn't be impulsive.
Whatever Amelia said was right.
If she said go east, he would never go west.
Grant nodded. "Okay, I won't go find her yet. After all, once the competition results are out, all the contestants' entries will be displayed."
"Exactly. Grant, we need to stay calm when things happen."
"Got it, Amelia."
"However," Amelia reminded him, "don't tell anyone else about me being Taylor, especially Mom. Her health hasn't fully recovered yet. She can't have intense emotional fluctuations. Keeping her calm is very important."
Hearing it concerned Natalie's health, Grant immediately agreed.
"Don't worry, Amelia. I may love gossip, but I know what to say and what not to say."
"Good."
As they were talking, all the contestants had finished their works and entered the judging phase.
The final results would be announced on the big screen in the main exhibition hall, so guests from the lounge area also came to the main hall.
Since Samuel was the organizer, he stayed with the judges and didn't appear.
Steven and Bobby came out from the lounge, with Yasmin following silently behind them.
Ten minutes hadn't passed yet, so she still couldn't speak.
Steven didn't think much of it, assuming she was just too nervous.
"Don't be nervous," he said. "I believe in you."
Yasmin nodded with mixed feelings, her eyes instinctively searching for Amelia.
She quickly found her.
Amelia was too eye-catching—finding her didn't take much effort at all.
But the next moment, she suddenly saw Grant standing beside Amelia.
Her eyes widened instantly, her mind going blank for a moment.
How could Grant be here?
What if he recognized that her painting was copied from his? Wouldn't everything be ruined?
Yasmin's hands hanging at her sides suddenly gripped her skirt tightly, her mind racing.
No, she couldn't let Grant stay here!
Yasmin quickly pulled out her phone and typed a message to send to Grant.
The message read: [Grant, I have something I want to tell you privately. It's about the family. Can you come out with me for a moment?]
But the next second, a red exclamation mark appeared on her phone.
Grant had blocked her!
She clenched her fists in anger, and without explaining to Steven, she walked straight toward Grant.
Just then, the ten minutes were up and she could speak again.
She felt her throat wasn't so tight anymore. She tested it and could indeed make sounds.
Thank God!
As Yasmin breathed a sigh of relief, her steps quickened even more, and soon she reached Grant.
"Grant."
Her voice was gentle and sweet. If you didn't know better, you'd think she had never fallen out with the Richardson family at all.
Grant instinctively frowned.
"If you have something to say, say it. Don't make those inhuman sounds."
Yasmin's face darkened.
Feeling the mocking looks from people around her, her expression grew even worse.
Grant wasn't giving her any respect at all!
No matter what, she was still his sister.
But Yasmin still forced down her anger.
She cleared her throat and said in her normal voice, "Grant, I have something very important to tell you. Can you come out with me for a moment?"
Grant instinctively frowned.
"You and I have nothing to talk about!"
Yasmin had known Grant would refuse her, so she had already prepared her words.
She moved closer to Grant and lowered her voice. "It's about Lucas. Don't you want to hear it?"
Grant's expression froze, and he began to hesitate.
Yasmin continued, "Don't you want to know why Lucas's career has been lukewarm all these years? His acting is clearly very good, and his physical attributes are excellent too."
Grant was completely swayed.
However, just as he was about to follow Yasmin out, Amelia stopped him.
"Grant, where are you going?"
"I have something to deal with. I'll be right back."
Amelia looked deeply at Yasmin, already having some guesses in her mind.
She smiled slightly and said to Grant, "No matter how urgent it is, wait until the exhibition is completely over before dealing with it."
Seeing Grant, who had been about to go out with her, suddenly hesitate again, Yasmin immediately said anxiously, "Grant, you need to know what's important. Don't let someone who doesn't understand anything hold you back."
But with those words, Grant completely decided not to go.
"Don't talk about Amelia like that! And Amelia's right—no matter how urgent it is, it can wait until after the exhibition. A few minutes won't make a difference."
"You!"
Yasmin glared hard into Amelia's eyes.
That damned bitch!
Why did she always interfere with her plans!
But even though she couldn't stand the sight of Amelia, there was nothing she could do to her.
This feeling of disliking someone but being unable to get rid of her made Yasmin feel like ants were crawling all over her body—utterly unbearable.
Just then, the announcement in the main exhibition hall rang out.
"The results of Luminance Art Gallery's annual oil painting competition will now be officially announced. Please look at the big screen!"