Fake Sister, Fake Heiress

3

As a judge, I could see everyone's entries.

As I was preparing to go in and score, a man wearing a hat came out urgently, clutching his stomach.

I glanced at him and walked into the room with the entries.

When I saw Harley's work, I knew why she was so high-profile.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that an empty shell with only appearance would only make her fall harder.

"Miss Hersey, do you have any questions?"

The staff couldn't help but be curious when she saw me holding Harley's painting.

I raised an eyebrow, smiled meaningfully, patted her shoulder, and said, "Just wait. There will be a great show later."

In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the judges scored the works in public.

I gave higher scores than the average for the previous few works, but when it came to Harley's work, I gave her a "zero".

Everyone present looked at me in astonishment.

Other judges tried to defuse the situation, saying, "Miss Hersey must have made a mistake."

I smiled at Harley's angry eyes.

"I didn't make a mistake. Learning calligraphy is about cultivating one's character. Unfortunately, someone has a twisted character."

"Tilda, what are you talking about? Don't sling mud at me!"

Harley stood up abruptly and pointed at me, cursing loudly.

"Harley, don't you know that pointing at someone is very rude?"

The others looked at each other and dared not speak when they heard us quarrel.

"Tilda, I know. You are jealous that my calligraphy is better than you, so you want to slander me, right?"

I sighed softly, "Stop overestimating yourself, OK?"

Just then, a surveillance video appeared on the big screen behind me, showing the room with the entries.

Among a pile of works, a man wearing a hat sneakily switched one of them.

People at the scene started to discuss when they saw that.

Hersey's face turned pale.

A well-known strict judge stood up, looked at Harley, and asked her, "I'll give you one more chance. Is this your work?"

"Of course, it is," Harley said. She clenched her teeth and refused to admit it.

"Really? Then why did my assistant find a work with your name written on it in the trash can outside the corridor?"

I nodded, indicating my assistant to open the thing on the desk.

A piece of paper with Harley's name on it was unfolded, and the audience burst into laughter when they saw the horrible handwriting.

The evidence was conclusive. Harley's face turned livid, and she covered her face and ran out under the contemptuous gaze of the crowd.

"Miss Hersey..." The organizer looked at me with a difficult expression.

"Don't worry. Someone will be here to clean up the mess for her."

I left smartly.

I was sure that after this, Harley would never defile the things I liked again.

I wanted to go home and rest after leaving the venue, but I realized that Harley would definitely go back and complain to my parents, so I turned and went to the bar.

Just as I arrived at the bar, my mom called.

"Where are you now?"

I casually shook my glass and didn't answer her. I said, "What's up?"

Probably being annoyed by my attitude, she was silent for a while.

"Harley said that you deliberately embarrassed her today."

"She didn't have what it takes but insisted on showing off. She embarrassed herself."

My mom was furious. "She was missing for so many years, and she didn't even have enough money to live. Unlike you, she didn't have the money to pay for her hobbies!"

"She wanted to go to the competition. No one forced her.

"She has the nerve! I've been studying traditional painting for over ten years, and I wouldn't dare say that I'm a nine. Your sweetheart, however, obtained Grade 9 in traditional painting in no time. Do you think everyone is as foolish as you and Dad?"

My mom was speechless and could only hang up the phone.

Just as I picked up my glass, I received another call.

"Tilda, are you happy to see me making a fool of myself?" Harley's voice came through.

I took a sip of wine and replied, "Kind of."

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder from behind, and my hand shook, accidentally putting her on speaker.

Harley's sarcastic and malicious voice came through the phone. "Tilda, you bitch! One day I will kick you out of the Hersey family!"

"Harley? Want to go out for a drink?" A slender hand snatched the phone from my hand.