An ink-wash effect flashed across the giant screen, and Stella Sinclair's competition entry zoomed in from a distance, appearing before everyone's eyes.
A scene of a lifelike mother hen leading her chicks to peck at grain leaped off the paper.
"This painting is incredible—!" Arthur Lockwood slapped his thigh and shouted.
Leigh Miles's expectant gaze froze for a few seconds before her expression changed completely. She turned to Aurora Sinclair and asked sternly, "Aurora, why did you give her your painting?"
Aurora Sinclair's eyes suddenly widened. She seemed stunned for a moment, then shook her head.
"Then how could she use your painting for the competition?" Leigh asked, her face full of disbelief.
'All of Aurora's paintings, from childhood to now, were carefully preserved in the art vault by our master's wife. They've never been publicly displayed. How could Stella Sinclair have this painting?'
