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Chapter 771: Chapter 771: Imperial City’s Noble Lady Gets Slapped in the Face

Xenia Jaak didn’t bother arguing with Tracy Swift and left with Yigol Mamet and Xaviera Evans.

When they learned that Tracy Swift’s painting was to be exhibited at the International Oil Painting Exhibition, the friends and family of the Swift family all came to watch. Just as they entered, they heard the news about Alan Willock’s apprenticeship.

Mrs. Swift asked in confusion, “Tracy, I heard that Mr. Lester Bank’s teacher is also here. You must behave well when you meet the senior, and make a good impression on him.”

Tracy Swift’s face darkened.

Mrs. Swift, always gentle, saw Tracy Swift not speaking, and whispered, “Tracy, why don’t you say anything? Do you remember what I said?”

Tracy Swift bit her lip, her eyes fixed on everyone. It wasn’t enough for outsiders to see her lose face; now the Swift family was also joining in. How could she hold her head up as a person in the future?

The person in charge looked at Mrs. Swift and greeted her. “Mrs. Swift.”

Mrs. Swift smiled gently and said, “Hello, Mr. Charlie. Tracy is very low-key and didn’t even tell us about participating in the oil painting exhibition. It was only after someone else mentioned it that we came to see.”

The person in charge turned his head and indeed saw the Swift family. He wanted to save face for Tracy Swift, so he casually said, “Mrs. Swift, come with me, and I’ll take you to visit.”

“Mr. Charlie,” Mrs. Swift smiled gracefully, “Do you know which one is Mr. Alan Willock? Although Tracy is young, she is already Mr. Willock’s disciple. Since there is this relationship, I must take her to visit.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the whole room fell silent.

The person in charge frowned, “I think… it’s not necessary.”

Mrs. Swift was a little puzzled, “But if we don’t visit, it seems a little improper.”

“Mom! Don’t say anymore!” Tracy Swift interrupted anxiously.

“Tracy, you’re just too shy. Mr. Willock is your Mu-ge, and it’s both emotionally and rationally necessary to visit him.” Mrs. Swift gently persuaded her, for she had always wanted to cultivate Tracy Swift into the first noble lady of high society in the Imperial City.

Although her daughter’s appearance was not as beautiful as Xaviera Evans, her talents far surpassed those of Evans. Now that she had become Lester Bank’s disciple and Alan Willock’s student, it wouldn’t be long before she became the first noble lady in the Imperial City.

If she didn’t take advantage of this exhibition to make a name for herself, it would seem too deliberate to start anew later.

Mrs. Swift didn’t notice Tracy Swift’s strangeness and continued softly, “Mr. Charlie, can you tell me where Mr. Willock is? I want to take Tracy to… ”

“Mrs. Swift.” The person in charge interrupted with a subtle expression, “Mr. Willock is discussing paintings with Mr. Hovsepian and does not want to be disturbed. It’s better not to go.”

Mrs. Swift’s expression suddenly stiffened. Although the person in charge made sense, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

“Besides, don’t worry, Miss Swift has already met Mr. Willock, so you don’t need to visit him again. Miss Swift, don’t you think?” The person in charge’s mocking gaze fell on Tracy Swift.

Tracy Swift’s breathing stopped for a moment, her expression gradually becoming fierce.

Mrs. Swift seemed to realize something wasn’t right, but it was too late.

The person in charge initially wanted to spare Tracy Swift some embarrassment, but since Mrs. Swift insisted on seeing Mr. Willock, he had to be truthful. “Miss Swift probably hasn’t had time to tell you yet, but she and Mr. Lester Bank offended an artist, who happened to be Mr. Willock’s master. Consequently, Mr. Willock publicly announced the end of his mentorship relationship with Mr. Lester Bank, so Miss Swift is no longer his disciple.”

As these words were spoken, the Swift family’s faces were filled with embarrassment, while everyone else’s expressions were subtle.

The person in charge continued, “Miss Swift asked the artist to publicly apologize to Mr. Lester Bank and even mocked her for not knowing how to appreciate favors. It turns out the artist’s work is so good that even Mr. Willock feels he cannot compare. It’s a pity that Mrs. Swift didn’t arrive early enough to see that wonderful scene.”

Mrs. Swift and the people from the Swift family looked at Tracy Swift one after another. She trembled all over her body, her face flushed and pale, as if she was about to suffocate.

As a Miss Swift from the Imperial City and a noble lady, when had she ever been treated so lightly and mocked by others?

But she couldn’t refute it because every word the person in charge said was true.

Mrs. Swift’s gentle face suddenly stiffened, and she looked at her daughter in disbelief, “Tracy?”

Tracy Swift trembled all over and took a deep breath, but the mocking voices still lingered in her ears: “Her, a noble lady of the Imperial City? Has the threshold for noble ladies become so low now?”