Remarried Wife: She will Remarry, But Another Person-Chapter 205: Who Do You Want to Kick Out?

Jordan Hawthorne didn’t immediately respond to Brooke Sinclairs’ words. Instead, he glanced at Sabrina to see her reaction.

He thought, if Sabrina’s attitude softened a bit, giving the painting to Zara wouldn’t be impossible.

But he was disappointed. Sabrina’s face remained cold, without any sign of seeking help.

The irritation in Jordan’s heart grew stronger, and he said with a slightly somber tone, "Well then, let’s buy this painting for Sonny first. Zara can look at other options."

The little cub heard this, pursed her little lips, her eyelashes drooped, her expression unable to hide her sadness and disappointment.

Sabrina’s face didn’t look too good.

She had already guessed that this man wouldn’t side with Zara.

She wasn’t expecting it anyway, but seeing this result again, she still felt sorry for her daughter.

Sabrina sneered coldly, "Why? I was the one who called the staff first. If it weren’t for you, I would have already paid.

If you want to talk about first come, first served, we were the ones who wanted this painting first..."

Seeing Sabrina unhappy, Brooke felt very pleased inside.

Especially with Jordan standing by her side, faced with Sabrina, she couldn’t hide her smugness. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She used a reasoning tone to discuss with Sabrina, "Sabrina, it was Sonny who spoke up first earlier. He’s just a child, so please don’t compete with him, okay?

Sonny recently won an award, and it’s a crucial stage for his enlightenment, which Jordan values greatly..."

Sabrina’s face was icy, she thought the whole affair was quite ridiculous.

Back then, when Zara was learning to paint, Jordan belittled her in every way, didn’t care for her at all.

Yet now, in front of someone else’s child, he’d spend millions, ready to gift him a painting and support him... right in front of Zara!

Sabrina clenched her back teeth, and then suddenly laughed, "Jordan Hawthorne, do you now know why Zara doesn’t want to see you every time you meet?"

As soon as she said this, Jordan’s pupils constricted, and he instinctively looked towards Zara.

The little girl was dejected, her eyes red, yet she didn’t act spoiled like Sonny, pleading with him to buy the painting.

His heart clenched, and he suddenly realized something...

At this moment, Sonny hugged his leg and said forlornly, "Dad, maybe... I shouldn’t take this painting, give it to Zara instead, I won’t compete with her.

It was my fault earlier, I shouldn’t have said I wanted this painting."

Jordan looked at his guilty expression, momentarily at a loss for words.

Sabrina felt disgusted watching this; the kid had inherited his mother’s skill, continuing the act as always.

Sabrina didn’t want to waste time, directly called the staff nearby, "Please help me take down this painting, I want to buy it."

"Okay."

The staff didn’t involve themselves in their dispute. Seeing Sabrina speak up, they went forward to take the painting.

It was at this moment that a voice suddenly rang out, "What’s going on here? Sonny, why do you look so aggrieved?"

Everyone turned at the sound, to see a person in a brown traditional Chinese gown, wearing fine-framed glasses, looking quite scholarly refined.

But there was a touch of opportunism and arrogance in his eyes.

Sabrina didn’t know who he was, but the others instantly recognized the person’s identity.

"Why is Mr. Lynch here?"

"This is an art exhibition, surely their argument has drawn Mr. Lynch’s displeasure."

"That’s not right, Mr. Lynch seems to know them..."

By now, Mr. Lynch had already approached the group.

Sonny looked at him with red eyes and called out, "Teacher."

In his tender voice, it seemed as if he had suffered a great grievance.

Mr. Lynch had just accepted a disciple, and that disciple was the son of Veridia’s richest man, which was a beneficial reputation to have.

Therefore, he also had the intention to make an impression in front of Jordan and the others.

He then looked at Sonny with concern and asked, "What happened here?"

Brooke saw him coming over, and an idea formed in her mind.

Today only a few painters came to the exhibition, and among them, Mr. Lynch undoubtedly held the highest status, equivalent to having the right to speak.

Previously, she had several setbacks in front of Sabrina, and today, she was determined to turn things around!

Brooke immediately stepped forward and said, "Mr. Lynch, it’s nothing much, really. It was just that while we were strolling around, Sonny saw this painting and felt quite deeply about it.

Didn’t you say the enlightenment stage is very important?

I figured since he felt some special connection to the painting, we wanted to buy it, but didn’t expect... this lady also wanted it.

However, Sonny is already prepared to yield."

She spoke very skillfully, portraying Sonny as very polite, yet implying that the painting he liked was taken by the other party.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lynch’s eyes sharply focused on Sabrina, with a subtle pressuring tone, he said, "This young lady, my apprentice first took a liking to this painting, everything should follow the order of first come, first served, don’t you think?

Taking what someone else likes is not the act of a gentleman."

Sabrina seemed to recognize that he and Brooke were in cahoots.

She wasn’t intimidated at all, instead sneering, "You’re right, so I’d return those words to you, we were the ones who saw the painting first, and we were the ones who expressed our desire for it first."

Sonny immediately said, "Auntie Sabrina, adults shouldn’t lie. I was the one who spoke first, you know!"

Adults usually don’t doubt a child’s words.

Silas Lynch frowned and said unhappily, "Miss, Sonny is still very young and wouldn’t lie. You’re an adult and keep arguing with a child, that’s a bit ungraceful, don’t you think?"

People around also gave Sabrina critical looks, thinking she shouldn’t bully a child like this.

Who would have thought, Zara, who had just been on the verge of tears, suddenly lifted her head to argue fiercely for her mom.

"My mommy didn’t lie! We came first, and my mommy spoke first too!"

The little one’s voice was fierce yet childish.

Sabrina was quite surprised.

She didn’t expect the little one to have such courage.

She could protect her mommy now.

Sabrina’s heart softened. Of course, she couldn’t let Zara down.

She immediately retorted, "Mr. Lynch just said children don’t lie?"

Silas Lynch was stumped, his expression somewhat displeased.

He hadn’t expected this woman to be so difficult.

Usually, people would back down when he stepped in, but this woman was being obstinate.

Jordan Hawthorne was standing next to Silas Lynch. He didn’t want to leave a bad impression, so he said, "Since this lady insists, I guess I have no choice but to use my privilege."

As he spoke, he looked at the staff nearby, "I’m Silas Lynch, the artist invited to today’s exhibition."

He showed his credentials and continued, "My apprentice wants this painting. Please take it down immediately."

The staff member who was about to remove the painting for Sabrina hesitated upon hearing this.

Although he knew Sabrina was the first to ask for the painting, this was an art exhibition after all.

The invited artists all had their works displayed here.

If a painting was sold, it affected their commission.

If his actions pleased the artist, there might be future collaboration opportunities...

The staff’s mind was swayed, and he immediately replied, "Alright, Mr. Lynch."

Sabrina’s face fell suddenly at these words.

She raised her hand to stop him, her gaze slightly displeased as she questioned, "What do you mean? I was the one who asked first. Are you, as a staff member, going to be biased?"

The staff member replied politely, "Not at all. It’s just... our exhibition has rules that give priority purchase rights to invited artists."

Sabrina chuckled, "If that’s the case, why not let these artists choose first from the start? Now that the exhibition is open for guests to view and they want to purchase, you say artists have priority selection. Are you teasing the guests?"

A big hat was instantly thrown on, and the staff member’s face changed.

More guests gathered around.

Some people who didn’t know what was going on also came over out of curiosity.

Upon hearing Sabrina’s words, some guests who wanted to buy paintings also protested unhappily, "This young lady is right. If artists have priority, why announce it after the exhibition has begun?"

"Exactly. What’s the point of holding an exhibition just for the artists? Selling tickets, are you really treating us like we’re idle?"

"This is so unreasonable..."

Hearing this, Silas Lynch’s face also changed.

He hadn’t expected this person to make such a fuss.

But he knew if this escalated, it could affect his reputation.

He said with a cold expression, "You’re out of line, resorting to slander when you can’t argue your point? Do you know where you are? If you keep this up, I’ll have no choice but to ask you to leave!"

Sabrina clenched her fists, feeling displeased, just as she was about to speak again, a cold voice came from behind.

"Who are you going to ask to leave?"

As the voice dropped, Jasper Fitzgerald appeared behind the crowd.

Guests blocking the way instinctively made space, everyone felt the intimidating aura Jasper exuded.

Sabrina saw him too; the man’s cold eyes and imposing presence were chilling.

Accompanying him was an energetic elderly man.

Jordan Hawthorne didn’t expect to see him there, his expression suddenly darkened.

So... was Sabrina and Zara out with this man today???

A surge of anger burned in his chest, his hands clenched tightly, face darkened.

Brooke Sinclairs saw the scene and was filled with schadenfreude.

She couldn’t wait to see this woman get involved with another man.

That way, Jordan Hawthorne would give up on her completely and stop entertaining foolish thoughts...

Jasper Fitzgerald also saw Jordan Hawthorne, but merely glanced at him indifferently before looking away, as if he didn’t matter at all.

When his gaze fell on Sabrina, everyone noticed how his previously cold eyes suddenly softened.

With a gentle voice, the man asked, "What’s going on?"