Her Revenge From Shadow to Sunlight novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Alicia didn’t argue. She just found a spot and sat down, calm and unhurried.

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Tiffany refused to let the hotel staff touch her painting. Instead, she waved Andrew and Archie over, having them carry it up to the projector.

A staff member flipped the device on, and Tiffany’s work lit up the screen.

She stepped forward, launching into an enthusiastic explanation of her painting-but truth be told, she was just parroting what she’d read online about her own painting.

She had no original thoughts on the piece at all. Every word of her “analysis” was lifted straight from the comments on her post-she’d scavenged whatever sounded fancy or “intellectual,” mixed and matched the lines, and cobbled them into her speech.

She spoke in a syrupy, soft tone, straining to sound refined and elegant.

Meanwhile, Andrew and Archie wandered over to Alicia.

They were dead sure Tiffany was about to steal the show today, so they wanted to prove their worth to her. Since they had no clue how to do that, they figured picking on Alicia was the easiest way.

“Alicia,” Andrew called, his voice cold.

Alicia didn’t bother standing. She leaned back further in her chair, eyes half-lidded, looking at them like they were a minor annoyance. “What do you want?”

Andrew’s jaw tightened. He couldn’t help thinking about how things used to be at the Lawrence house-back then, Alicia would jump to her feet the second she saw him, paste on a sweet smile, and call him “Andrew” with sickly-sweet politeness.

Her casual defiance now felt like a slap in the face. “You’re just gonna sit there and talk to us like that?” he snapped.

Alicia let out a mocking huff. “Oh, so I need to kneel to speak to you now? Andrew, the last real king lost his head centuries ago-quit living in a royal fantasy. Go wash up and sleep it off; if you wanna play ruler, save it for your dreams.”

Andrew’s teeth ground together, fury sparking in his eyes. “Didn’t you always stand when you talked to us before? Now both your brothers are on our feet, and you think you get to sit like you’re better than us?”

Alicia chuckled, dry and sharp. “Like you said—before. If you’ve got something to say, spit it out. If not, get out of my face.”

Andrew was shaking with anger, but he forced himself to hold it in. He glared at her, trying to sound righteous. “You showed up looking like that? No dress, no makeup-do you even respect Tiffany? She was up before sunrise picking gowns and doing her makeup for this showdown with you.”

Alicia arched an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, so she spent all that time on clothes and makeup… and still ended up looking like that? Guess some things can’t be fixed.”

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Andrew gritted his teeth, sputtering, “Mind your mouth!”

“Can’t handle a bit of honesty?” Alicia tossed him a bored glance, like he was wasting her time.

Andrew sputtered, too mad to form a sentence.

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Archie yanked Andrew back, then stepped forward himself, pointing a finger at Alicia. “Alicia, are you doing this on purpose? Dressing down and showing up bare-faced just to make people think your ‘natural look” beats Tiffany’s dolled-up one? How can you be so petty?”

Alicia was so annoyed by his nonsense that she laughed out loud. “So now I’m the bad guy for skipping makeup and a fancy dress? What do you want me to do-cake my face in ugly makeup just to make her look good by comparison?”

“Isn’t that the least you can do?” Archie shot back, voice rising. “You stole Tiffany’s identity for twelve years- you owe her, you-”

“Shut up,” Alicia cut him off, her tone suddenly sharp. “Same old garbage. Can’t you come up with a new line? If your brain’s broken, go get it fixed at the hospital. Don’t make me ruin this day by slapping you. Now get

lost.”

Archie’s temper flared-he had a short fuse, and Alicia’s words made him want to throw a punch.

But just as he rolled up his sleeves, two massive, stone-faced bodyguards in black suits walked over to Alicia. “Miss Lawrence, Mr. Yates sent us to keep you safe,” they said, their voices deep and authoritative.

Alicia blinked, surprised, then smiled. “Thanks.”

Archie’s bravado vanished the second he saw the bodyguards.

All he could do was sputter out a weak threat. “Alicia, you’ve gotten away with dirty tricks too many times— karma’s gonna get you!”

The bodyguards shot him a glare so menacing, Archie practically fled.

He grabbed Andrew and hauled him away, disappearing into the crowd.

Meanwhile, even though her cameraman was still filming Tiffany’s speech, Leafie’s attention was glued to Alicia.

When Andrew and Archie confronted her, Leafie slipped off to the side, pulled out her phone, and quietly recorded the whole thing.

After twelve long, over-the-top minutes, Tiffany finally finished. “That’s what inspired me to create this piece. Thank you all for listening!”

She pressed a hand to her chest, bowed to the audience, then turned to Edward with a demure smile. “Mr. West, could you share your thoughts, please?”

Edward nodded. “The painting itself is quite nice, but I have to say-your creative process left me truly

shocked.”

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He’d listened as she jumped from one unrelated idea to another, stringing them together like a messy necklace. With thoughts that chaotic and mismatched, it’s a miracle she created such a pierce, he thought, hiding his amusement.

Tiffany missed the sarcasm entirely. She thought he was praising her. “You’re too kind, Mr. West,” she giggled.

Edward waved it off quickly. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

Then he turned to Alicia, his tone warming into a friendly smile. “Miss Alicia Lawrence, would you show us your painting now?”

Alicia stood up and walked straight to the big screen.

A staff member stepped forward to take down Tiffany’s painting, but Alicia held up a hand to stop them. “Leave it there.”

The staff glanced at Tiffany, waiting for approval.

Tiffany smirked, assuming Alicia wanted a side-by-side comparison.

She was positive Alicia’s last-minute work couldn’t hold a candle to hers. With a calm, confident smile, she said, “Leave it. It’s fine.”

The staff stepped back, leaving Tiffany’s painting on the screen.

Alicia stood in front of the big screen for quite a while without bringing out any painting, leaving everyone confused-even the reporters were whispering and stealing glances at her.

“What’s going on with Alicia just standing there doing nothing?” one reporter whispered.

“Beats me. Maybe her painting hasn’t even arrived? She walked in with nothing in her hands,” someone else whispered back.

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