CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: VIVIAN NASH TRIED TO STEAL THE CHICKEN BUT LOST THE RICE

Audrey’s exhibit received unanimous praise online, with more and more voices hoping to extend the exhibition period, claiming they couldn’t get tickets.

In just a few days, twelve paintings were sold.

The prices were quite impressive, too.

In addition, the Art Association conveyed a desire to let Audrey, the free-spirited abstract artist, collide with the renowned artist Faye Irving of the Imagism school.

The two would exhibit together.

That afternoon, Sienna Monroe discussed the matter with Audrey over the phone.

Extending the exhibition is a great compliment for any artist, and Audrey was naturally happy about it.

But concerning the joint exhibition with Faye Irving, consideration was needed.

Both Audrey and Faye Irving are outstanding and talented figures in the art world, complemented by their appealing looks—one being beautiful and intellectual, the other gentle and elegant—making them a highly talked-about pair.

Especially last year, when they were photographed dining together in Elysia by the media.

The gossip became widespread.

Their joint exhibition would significantly boost the fame, prestige, and interests of the Serena Art Museum.

As the curator, Sienna naturally wanted to see this win-win situation. But privately speaking, she wasn’t keen on Audrey interacting with Faye Irving.

She pursed her lips, and after closing the museum, she held a small meeting. Just as she was about to lead the curatorial team and layout group through the four exhibition areas to finalize the painting settings to be added, her phone suddenly buzzed with a text message.

[Danger! Vivian Nash is planning to harm using someone else’s hand. While you are inspecting, she will purposely trip Stella Yates, causing Stella to accidentally knock you down.]

Sienna’s steps immediately halted.

She had merely dropped a bit of bait, and Vivian Nash was so eager to bite.

Is this what she called her best friend?

How ridiculous.

All her understanding of Vivian Nash over the past eight or nine years was completely overturned in this moment.

The ruthlessness of Vivian Nash was beyond what Sienna could ever imagine.

She lowered her eyes, put away her phone, and stepped out of the meeting room.

On the first floor, Sienna specifically paid attention to everyone’s positions—Nora Joyce and Director Dawson were on her left and right, with Vivian Nash and Stella Yates standing further back.

After inspecting for about half an hour, everything seemed normal, and Vivian Nash didn’t make any moves. After Director Dawson finished giving instructions, the people behind dispersed one by one.

On the way to the elevator, Stella Yates unknowingly walked behind Sienna, who gave a glance at Vivian Nash’s position, her heart sinking. Just as she was about to distance herself, Stella suddenly exclaimed and bumped into her back.

Sienna’s pupils contracted as she lost her balance and fell forward, instantly landing on the ground.

Nora tried in panic to catch her, but it was too late.

"Curator!"

"Sienna!"

A few people gasped in surprise as Nora, Director Dawson, and the others, including Vivian Nash, hurried up to help her.

Throughout the inspection, Sienna had been on guard, yet being knocked over still frightened her.

As she fell, she instinctively turned her body and used her hand to cushion the fall, avoiding major harm to her body, only her arm had a slight ache.

Vivian Nash hurried to lift her from the ground, looking at her with concern, "Sienna, are you okay? Did you hurt anywhere, or do you feel uncomfortable at all?"

Sienna touched her abdomen, meeting Vivian’s anxious eyes, and with lingering fear, she shook her head, murmuring as if to comfort herself, "It’s okay, I’m fine, thank goodness... ouch..."

"What is it? Does it hurt somewhere?"

There was a faint trace of expectation in her tone.

Sienna rolled up her sleeve to reveal a small bruise on her elbow.

Watching the hope in Vivian’s eyes fade, she frowned, "It hurts a lot."

Seeing Sienna unharmed, neither bleeding nor complaining of stomach pain, Vivian felt only disappointment and resentment.

Women are most vulnerable in the first three months of pregnancy, and it’s the most prone time for miscarriage.

The force with which Stella Yates hit her wasn’t light.

But even so, it hadn’t caused any signs of miscarriage.

"It’s bruised—it must really hurt."

Vivian was a bit irritated, her tone showing impatience, having lost the patience she had earlier, with a wave of anger welling up in her chest, uncontrollably directed at Stella Yates, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

"Stella Yates! What exactly do you want? Sienna is pregnant, do you want to get her killed? If anything happens to her or the baby, can you take responsibility? You..."

Pregnant?

Stella came to her senses with a sharp intake of breath.

"I didn’t!" She shook with a start, loudly interrupting Vivian’s accusations, agitatedly saying, "Someone tripped me, that’s the only reason I accidentally bumped into the curator."

She quickly walked a few steps towards Sienna, "Curator, I’m sorry. But I truly didn’t mean to."

Sienna frowned and guided her by questioning, "Then who do you say tripped you?"

Stella’s expression turned stern, her gaze shifted firmly and angrily onto Vivian Nash, biting her lip, she pointed at her, "It was Vivian! She tripped me!"

Vivian’s heart tightened, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief, "Stella Yates, what do you mean?"

"I saw you pulling your foot back when I went down, you were standing right next to me, it’s you!"

Sienna secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she had worried that the girl would not dare to point fingers.

Her expression showed the right amount of shock and sadness, "Vivian, why would you do something like this?"

Vivian heard this and almost wanted to hit Stella Yates hard in the mouth.

She masked her panic with an innocent face, "I didn’t do it, Sienna, you have to believe me. I’m supposed to be the child’s future godmother, how could I bear to harm it?"

Sienna watched her expression remain steady while saying "godmother."

The urgency and feigned pity in her eyes were evident, without a shred of guilt.

Of course, someone who could think up such a scheme to cause a miscarriage wouldn’t feel guilty, would they?

Before Sienna could respond, Stella, with tears in her eyes, argued her case, "I truly saw Vivian pull her foot back, curator, I’m not lying, she’s the one who tripped me."

Vivian angrily questioned, "Stella Yates, what’s your aim? Trying to sow discord between Sienna and me?"

"I’m not causing discord, just telling the truth. Vivian, ever since I joined the art museum under your hand, I’ve always admired and respected you. I have no vendetta against you, so why would you do this to me?"

"I’m harm you? Now who’s actually harming whom?" Vivian looked hurt, "I know you resent me for scolding you publicly yesterday, but you can’t talk nonsense just because of that!"

"Give me a reason why I would trip you!"

Stella opened her mouth, lacking confidence but still insisted, "I don’t know! But it was you who tripped me. Why don’t you say you resented the curator for embarrassing you at the opening day, I did overhear you complaining to Charlotte about this! And yesterday when the curator demoted you, didn’t you have even a bit of resentment against her?"