Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 772: Chapter 772: She is the one who should apologize!

“I heard Tracy Swift has talent, but it’s a pity that she has such talent but such a terrible character!”

“The Swift family is known as a family of scholars, don’t they teach her how to behave?”

“Miss Evans has drawn a masterpiece so outstanding that even Mr. Hovsepian and Mr. Willock can’t stop praising it. The two seniors even fought over who would get to accept her as a disciple, while Tracy is just a mere disciple of Lester Bank. What right does she have to mock others?”

“How can Tracy Swift have the face to call herself a noble lady of Imperial City? She even invited her family members to come to see. If the Swift family can produce such a daughter, they surely are no good either! Moreover, Mrs. Swift was just insisting on paying a visit to Mr. Willock? What qualifications do they have?”

As people’s mockery continued, Mrs. Swift’s face turned extremely embarrassed, and everyone from the Swift family hung their heads. None of them dared to refute, fearing that it would tarnish the Swift family’s reputation.

Mrs. Swift, as the hostess of the Swift family, has always been calm and self-possessed. Her image represents the entire family. She couldn’t refute any of the accusations and had to silently listen to people criticising her.

After everyone had spoken, Mrs. Swift finally opened her mouth with an apologetic face: “I am truly sorry, everyone. I apologize on behalf of Tracy for being so rude and offending a fellow senior. Mr. Charlie, rest assured, I will take Tracy to apologize to the senior!”

“Tracy, you are so immature, hurry up and come with me!”

Everyone from the Swift family was embarrassed. They had come to witness the glorious scene of Miss Swift, only to learn that Tracy had offended a senior in the oil painting world, causing Mr. Willock and Lester Bank to break off their master-disciple relationship.

With the scandal Tracy caused today, there is no possibility of her standing firm in the painting world in the future. Furthermore, it will tarnish the Swift family’s image, causing everyone in the family to be implicated.

Mrs. Swift held Tracy’s hand sternly, scolding her: “Tracy! What on earth happened to you today? You’ve always been so obedient. Why did you offend a senior today? Who’s that senior? Hurry up and apologize!”

Tracy’s lips were almost bitten as she trembled: “It’s Xaviera Evans.”

The venue fell silent, and Mrs. Swift seemed to have hallucinated, as she said in disbelief: “Say it again, who is it?”

“It’s Xaviera Evans!” Tracy said with tears in her eyes, “Mom, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know Xaviera could paint. She told me before that she didn’t have a complete work, but now she brought a perfect work to the exhibition! I was afraid she would offend my teacher and find it difficult to stand in the world of oil painting, so I advised her to apologize to my teacher, ask him to forgive her, and accept her as his disciple. But she made a fool out of me in public and…”

Finally, Mrs. Swift realized that it was Xaviera Evans…

Impossible! How could she paint? And be favored by a figure like Mr. Willock?

Seeing everyone’s mocking gazes and hearing their whispering, Tracy felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown. She didn’t know what to do, and felt like her life was ruined.

Not only that, but she still had to apologize to Xaviera; otherwise, everyone would hate her.

“Wait!” Mrs. Swift looked at the painting hanging on the wall, and could not help but frown, “Tracy, is that Xaviera’s painting?”

Tracy slowly looked up, her heart bleeding as she saw the mocking and contemptuous eyes of the Swift family members. An unbearable sense of humiliation filled her heart. She wanted to scream for everyone to shut up and forget everything that happened today.

Yet, as a noble lady of the Imperial City, she had to maintain a gentle image at all times. Faced with everyone’s contemptuous gazes, she could only force a smile and answer with difficulty: “Yes.”

As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Swift’s eyes narrowed, and she said coldly: “Tracy, there’s no need for you to apologize.”

Tracy suddenly looked up, surprised at her mother.

Mrs. Swift’s eyes were full of certainty as she then pulled Tracy to a secluded corner, taking a picture of the painting in a place where no one was around. “Why should you apologize to Xaviera? She’s the one who should apologize!”

At this point, Xaviera and Alan Willock had come out of the painting room, and Xaviera saw Caleb Mamet face-to-face. She hurried over, “Senior fellow, can you help me find out when Cold Night will come?”

Caleb leaned lazily against the wall, appearing gentle and elegant in his light-colored suit. His eyes were deep, giving off an icy coldness that kept others at bay, both tempting and yet forbidding. The man had an inherent charm that attracted others.