Chapter 492: Megan and Her Clueless Daughter

The next day, Tilda dressed in her warmest winter gear and headed out.

She even made a point of showing up twenty minutes late.

As her car pulled up, she spotted Megan shivering by the restaurant door, bundled up in a mink coat. Her heavy makeup made her look even more out of place in the freezing cold.

A cold smile curled at Tilda’s lips.

Once she got out of the car, she put on an apologetic face. “Sorry for being late. Traffic was terrible.”

Megan, who’d just been cursing Tilda in her head, immediately changed her tune when she saw her. “It’s fine, this road in Jeselton is always jammed. Let’s go in. It’s freezing out here.”

She even tried to hook her arm through Tilda’s.

Tilda pretended not to notice and brushed right past her, heading inside.

Megan could only awkwardly brush the snow off her fur coat and hurry in after her.

Once they got to the private room Megan had booked, there was a girl inside playing on her phone. She was dressed like a rebellious teen, in flashy designer brands and caked in makeup like Megan.

“Jessie, come here and say hi to Tilda.”

“Hi.”

The young girl called “Jessie” glanced up at Tilda, flaunting her fake eyelashes and colored contacts.

Then, she went right back to fiddling with her phone, tapping away with long, claw-like manicured nails.

Megan looked mortified.

Tilda didn’t seem to mind. She just smiled. “Your daughter sure has a lot of personality.”

“She does… Actually, she really looks up to you. It’s just that meeting her idol for the first time made her nervous, so she’s pretending to be busy on her phone to hide it.”

“It’s fine. Your daughter’s really pretty, too. She’s so stylish for her age. She’s inherited your good looks, Mrs. Walsh.”

Megan and Jessie hadn’t expected Tilda to take it so well.

She even showered them with compliments.

Megan’s face lit up in embarrassment and pride. “Oh, Tilda, you’re so sweet…”

“Hehe, Tilda, I think you’re really pretty, too.”

Jessie couldn’t hide her delight after being praised. She rested her chin in her hand and eyed Tilda. “So, Tilda, does your painting really make that much money?”

“Jessie, that’s not how you talk to Tilda!”

Megan tried to scold her on the surface, but her eyes gave her away.

She was dying to know just how much money Tilda, now a world champion and outed as X, was making.

If people paid Tilda for paintings, what would the price be?

All those famous painters like Picasso and Van Gogh—any of their works could fetch millions.

A few million for an original painting by Tilda didn’t sound expensive at all.

Tilda simply replied, “I don’t have an income. I’m still living off my savings.”

“What? That can’t be!"

“Tilda, are you treating us like outsiders and lying to us now? You’re a total celebrity now. Everyone’s talking about you on TikTok and Twitter.

“You’ve got fans everywhere—any painting you make could sell for a fortune. Are you just afraid we’ll ask to borrow money? You’re so stingy.”

Jessie snickered and shot Tilda a look, clearly not believing her.

“Jessie!”

Megan was about to blow her top at her clueless daughter.

She’d warned her so many times not to upset Tilda, but here Jessie was ruining everything.

She’d brought Jessie along, thinking that as a fifteen-year-old, she’d have more in common with Tilda and could help break the ice.

But now, it felt like she was sabotaging Megan’s one shot at a windfall.

With her husband secretly moving money out, having an affair, and even getting his mistress pregnant, Megan knew she had to act quickly or be left penniless after the divorce.

The last thing she wanted was to go back to living broke—especially with Jessie dragging her down.

When Jessie realized Megan was losing her temper, she remembered her promise to her mom. So she just pouted and kept playing on her phone.

“Sorry, this kid just blurts things out… Or maybe she’s just too dumb to know better.”

Megan gave up trying to explain and just wished Jessie would disappear.

“Your reaction is totally normal. I’m not surprised. The reason I said that is I haven’t had any commissions lately."

“Of course, I’m also thinking about my own future. Selling paintings is one option, but if I put out too much work, my popularity will suffer, and the value of my work will drop.”

Tilda’s answer was flawless.

Megan and Jessie finally had nothing left to say.

She must be out of her mind to turn down easy money like that.

With Megan glaring daggers at her, Jessie finally put her phone down, pressed her palms together, and apologized sincerely.

“Sorry, Tilda. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m still a kid. I know you won’t hold it against me, right?”