Their Queen Returns novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

After she dropped out of school, she’d just carelessly stuffed all her old sketches into her desk.

And now, the name on it was actually Sylvie Grant.

Winifred’s lips curled into a faint smile. ‘She couldn’t even be bothered to tweak it a little when i stealing someone else’s work? How dumb and laughable, she thought.

Without hesitation, Winifred ripped the painting off the wall and marched straight into the classroom. She slapped it down on Sylvie’s desk with a loud smack. Sylvie jumped in shock, her expression changing instantly when she saw what it was, especially when she met Winifred’s casual, almost bored look.

“Winifred! What the hell are you doing? How dare you rip my painting off the wall? I’m telling the teacher right now!” Sylvie yelled.

Winifred let out a cold laugh, propping one foot up on the desk. “Your painting? Sylvie, since when did my throwaway sketch become your so–called masterpiece?”

Sylvie’s face went stiff for a moment, then she jumped to her feet and shot back, “Winifred, what nonsense are you spouting? Since when did my artwork become your throwaway sketch? If you’re going to accuse me, at least come up with a better story! I poured my heart and soul into this painting. What gives you the right to say it’s yours?”

Sylvie put on a pitiful act, instantly stirring up the other students‘ discontent.

“Winifred is seriously out of line,” someone muttered.

“Yeah, it’s obviously Sylvie’s painting, but she’s insisting it’s hers and even ripped it off the wall. She must be jealous of our senior. This is just too much. Let’s go tell the teacher,” another student chimed in.

“Sylvie, something I tossed aside without a second thought is now your ‘hard work‘? Give me a break. Has no one ever taught you that if you’re going to steal someone else’s work, you should at least put in the effort to make it look different?” Winifred sneered.

Sylvie’s face went ghostly pale at Winifred’s words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Winifred. This painting is mine. The judges can all vouch for

me.”

“What’s going on here?” The teacher walked in briskly.

Winifred lounged back in her chair and said lazily, “Ma’am, this painting has my personal signature mark on it. All my previous works are stored in the school’s system. As a professional, you should be able to spot right away that the lines in the center of the painting actually form the character from my

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