Chapter 54
Selena walked to the art building where the painting exhibition was held. She was dressed fresh and smart, and mixed in a group of business people, she was particularly eye–catching.
She looked around and found her target in the crowd, the president of Vanguard Group, Henry Spencer.
“Mr. Spencer, I’m sorry if I’m late.”
She walked over and shook Henry’s hand.
Henry was also surrounded by several leaders of the school, and this year he would sponsor all the electronic equipment for Harvard University’s microcomputer class and would donate 100,000 air conditioners.
Henry was wearing a suit, not with the shrewdness of a businessman, but with an openness unique to his age group. There were no extra charms on his wrists, but his body, which had been exercised for years, made him more spirited than the average person.
“Miss Selena, you’re finally here, I thought you forgot.”
Selena had designed a house for him before, and the two of them knew each other in this way.
“Mr. Spencer invited me, how could I dare not come.”
As she spoke, Selena turned to a middle–aged woman dressed very smartly, “Professor, it’s been a while.”
Ms. DeVore was thirty–five years old, dressed very aptly, with a pair of black–framed glasses on the bridge of her nose, with a hint of mature woman’s charm.
“So it has, Selena, I didn’t expect you and Mr. Spencer to know each other.”
Henry smiled. The house I was most satisfied with before was designed by her for me, and knowing that she graduated from Harvard University’s School of Fine Arts, I invited her to accompany me to see this year’s painting exhibition at that time.”
“So that’s how it is.”
Ms. DeVore looked at Selena, her face unpainted and cheap from head to toe, and didn’t say another word.
Selena stood next to Henry and first talking about the house in question, and seeing that he was more interested in one of the paintings hanging, she turned to the exhibition.
The methodical explanation included the brush strokes, the inspiration for the colors.
Henry nodded at times, with a smile on his face and a compliment at times, “Since you used to study painting, how did you change your career to design?”
When he said this, Ms. DeVore behind him stiffened, but Selena lightly changed the subject, “Mr. Spencer, someone is calling you over there.”
Henry turned around and saw a business partner raising a glass to him.
“Wait here for a moment, I’ll go over and say hello for a few minutes.
Selena nodded politely, making sure he wouldn’t be back anytime soon, and went into the bathroom around the corner, intending to touch up her makeup.
Just as she turned on the faucet, a woman came in behind her.
Thirty–five–year–old Ms. DeVore, still looking exquisitely maintained, seized her up and down with contempt.
“I can’t believe you have
the nerve to c
to come back to school.”
Selena took out her lipstick and moistened her lips.
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Department Chair that’s a joke, it’s not que who s
Ms. DeVore was alert and locked the door, and opened the cubicles one by one to check and make sure in one else was here,
The first time I saw you, I was a little bit of a jerk. Besides, Fant me a Department Chai
“Ms. Devour, you have sacrificed a lot in order to be promoted to Department Chair, I dont know if your husband is clear about your relationship with Cassius Walsh, I remember he also transferred to Harvard University this year, right?”
Ms. DeVine raised her hand and was about to slap bet across the face.
Selena grabbed her wrist and threw it back.
Ms. DeVore was stunned by the blow and looked at her, owering her face in disbelief,
“How dare you do it to me, you bitch? If I call the police, you will be finished. Back then you struggled for so many years, you were so close to winning the award, but in the end, you almost didn’t receive your diploma because of plagiarism, don’t you know the price of offending mor?”
Selena felt amused, opened the faucet and blocked the side of it with her fingertips, the water sprayed onto Ms. DeVairs body without hesitation,
Ms. DeVore screamed and dodged away, still quite s
“Ms. DeVore, I think you probably can’t see the situation now, I’m not a student at your school anymore, what are you threatening me with? Or maybe continue to slander me for plagiarisin? Unfortunately, I’ve even given up painting now, so how are you going; to make me pay?!
Ms. DeVore was shaking, sparks were flying in her eyes, and she sneered, “What about the video?”
diploma?
“You were pinned down by Cassius Walsh, and although you didn’t get your way, can you still keep p your current position as designer as long as that video goes out?”
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