His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1143 - This Year’s School Beauty has Changed!_1

Chapter 1143: Chapter 1143 - This Year’s School Beauty has Changed!_1

Chapter 1143

The days when I was recuperating at Harville Temple gradually awakened from my memory.

The position of the falling leaves and the chessboard was inch-perfect, matching exactly how he remembered.

Emotion mixed with greater surprise, all rushing towards him.

Occasionally, the surrounding audience would guess what she was drawing.

In the end, a monochrome painting of an ancient temple in the autumn gradually took shape. A man sat under a tree, his eyes blindfolded. His fingers were on the chess pieces, ready to make a move. A gentle breeze slightly fluttered his lunar white robe, making him look like a noble immortal from the heavens. Outside the courtyard gate, a thin little girl stood quietly holding a medicine jar.

Manie York’s eyes widened, unable to believe this was drawn by Chloe Collins with her sleeve!

As a member of the Art Association, she had made significant contributions in the field of painting and could tell at a glance the exceptional nature of this painting.

This was not amateur level!

The most important aspect of calligraphic-style painting is to illustrate the spirit, achieving a certain level of artistic expression. Chloe Collins had completely achieved this!

She heard many evaluations of this painting, all of them contained words like "masterpiece" and "perfect".

This is the essence of the "Nian" Performance.

About two minutes later, the performance ended.

The lights came on, and the staff lifted the canvas to the front. Chloe Collins joined her three colleagues and bowed to thank the audience.

She stood on the stage, still panting slightly. With a smile in her eyes, she looked at the dazzling man in the center and gave him a smile.

In the audience.

"Ah, I’m dead, my woman smiled! Turns out she can smile too, and her smile is so beautiful!"

"She just looked in my direction, so she must have been smiling at me!"

"Get lost, she smiled at me! Because I also smiled at her!"

"She’s so beautiful! Fair-skinned, with a good figure, outstanding grades! Her dance is beautiful, and she can paint as well. How excellent my woman is!"

Alexander Foster found these words, especially "my woman", extremely unpleasant to his ears.

He felt the urge to wrap Chloe Collins up like a rice dumpling and take her home to hide.

Charles Carrington had already returned and sighed next to him: "I never knew Chloe Collins could sing so beautifully. I’ve never heard her sing before, and she dances too. When did she learn to paint? And she paints so professionally!"

Alexander was pleased, and while glancing at him, he seemed much gentler than usual: "There’s a lot you don’t know."

With that, he stood up and headed towards backstage.

"Wait for me." Charles Carrington also got up.

On the stage, the host came out. With a look of not quite having had enough, he was commenting on the performance just now.

Manie York had her clothes pulled.

"Manie, let’s go. It’s our turn." Tony Marshall reminded her.

Seeing her not respond and staring at the top of the stage, he followed her gaze, a tremor in his own eyes!

The previously still numbers were now rising at an astonishing speed!!

However, it was Chloe Collins’ numbers that were skyrocketing, Manie’s were only occasionally changing.

At this moment, Chloe Collins’ vote count had reached over eighteen thousand nine hundred votes, and was still rising!

And Manie York’s remained around twelve thousand votes.

The total number was just over thirty-three thousand people.

At this point, the winner was obvious.

The results of the School Beauty contest were out!

"Everyone look! Chloe Collins is making a comeback!"

"Wow, I bet right, we have a new School Beauty this year!"

"Chloe Collins won the School Beauty crown, well deserved indeed!"

Tony Marshal pressed his lips together, took Mane York’s hand, and said, "It’s okay, Manie. It’s just the School Beauty title. Besides, you’ve been it for a year, so it doesn’t matter. Let her have it. Let’s go, our performance is about to start."