Chapter 498 Backstabbed Again

• He was here for revenge. I bit the corner of my lips, not knowing what to do. If I backed off and did not compete, I would be seen as despising Jonah. Yet, I was at a loss what to paint. The six years of emptiness in my life had resulted in a lack of knowledge.
• “I was not prepared to go onstage.” I rubbed my temples to ease my headache.
• “Are you afraid?” Jonah laughed contemptuously. “Remington is a great artist but his friend might not be. Shall we make a bet?”