Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 411

Still, Lawrence Walker could only fantasize about it—after all, Dennis Williams was standing right there.

No way was he going to risk poaching someone else’s protégé.

But no one in the room looked more shocked than Christian Stewart.

His face was a picture of disbelief.

A kid that young, already eligible to join the National Arts Association?

Seriously?

He remembered how he’d spent over a decade clawing his way up in the art world, hustling at gallery shows and local fairs, before he’d made any sort of name for himself. He hadn’t gotten into the Association until he’d been at it for fifteen years.

And now this? Reality check, much?

Christian’s jaw flexed, his expression cycling through disbelief, resentment, and embarrassment. But he didn’t dare question Mr. Walker directly. Instead, he turned to Sandra Taylor and hissed, “Didn’t you say she was just doodling for fun?”

“I—I had no idea…” Sandra stammered, her face cycling between pale and blotchy red.

She couldn’t have imagined, not in her wildest dreams, that the little fool had this kind of talent.

Why? Why did Camila Davis get all the luck? How come every good thing seemed to land at her feet?

Sandra thought back to the last two art summits, where Camila had embarrassed her—twice. She’d thought this time she could use her son’s moment in the spotlight to turn things around, finally impress the community and earn some respect. Instead, she’d just been smacked in the face—again.

All those compliments she’d just showered on Daniel now felt like a slap. Her cheeks burned.

She clenched her fists, glancing nervously at Jordan Smith, worry gnawing at her. What if Jordan regretted the divorce? What if he started thinking about Camila and her “foolish” daughter again?

Jordan himself looked shell-shocked, as if he’d just found out the world was flat.

But inside, he was even more shaken than anyone could have guessed.

Camila Davis. Lillian. He realized he barely knew them at all.

Every scrap of news about them, he’d always heard from someone else.

Suddenly, he remembered—years ago, before the divorce, Lillian had wanted to give him a drawing. Camila had even mentioned signing her up for art classes. Back then, he’d barely paid attention, brushing it off as just another one of Camila’s ploys to get his attention.

But now, with the truth staring him in the face, he could hardly believe it.

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