Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 311

After waiting for a while, there was no reply from Daniel.

Winona was a little disappointed.

However, she quickly perked up and sent the photo to Rose, the chairman of the Painting Association.

Rose was an internationally renowned oil painting master with far–reaching influence. When Winona was young, she even wanted Rose to be her teacher. Rose also liked Winona’s painting talent very much. She had originally said that she would take her in as her student after testing her. Unfortunately, Rose ran to Layfield the next day.

After that, there was no news from her. Rose never mentioned taking her in as a student again.

After sending the photo over, Winona dialed a number and said respectfully and modestly, “Mrs. Liebsig, I don’t know if you are busy. Sorry to disturb you.” Rose was almost 70 years old this year, but her body was still very strong, and her words were full of energy.

“It is not considered disturbing when it comes to painting.” Rose went on to praise Winona. “Your skills have improved, Winona, and you have captured the emotions very well. Impressive.”

Winona said modestly, “I still have much to learn.”

Rose sighed and shook her head. “It’s already rare for someone of your age to have such outstanding skills. I’ve lived for so long and seen countless children. with talent in painting. There are only two who have such skills.”

This was an incredible praise.

Rose had been famous internationally for a long time, and her prestige was extremely high. No matter where she went, she would be respectfully called a master. Being praised by her like this, even Winona, who was always level–headed, couldn’t help but be excited.

After stabilizing her trembling voice, Winona said, “Mrs. Liebsig, you’re too kind. But I’m very curious.

Who is the other one?”

“You know who it is.” Rose’s tone became more amiable. “It’s Sketcher.”

Sketcher was not a real name. She was a genius painter who appeared out of nowhere a few years ago. H

oil painting technique was the pinnacle. She had only painted a few paintings and had not even shown her face. No one knew what she looked like or what her name was.

had an epoch–making significance and

too much in traditional oil sume they were all

Sketcher was extremely addicted to this and flaunted her

hangost this evaluation she gave her paintings a dynamic feeling. Now

some painters who had been asons in the painting world for a long time were shocked by her paintings. I was really too realistic, just like a real tiger. The use of color and the coordination of light and shadow were simply to the point of perfection. Just as the oil painting world thought that they would welcome a rising star, Sketcher gave up on painting. She said that her painting was emotionless and could not be considered a famous painting. She said that she

was a sketcher did not mean that she

in oil painting techniques were of great significance and had a huge impact

these years. Winona had somewhat imitated what Sketcher was

that she heard Rose say that her techniques could be compared to Sketcher’s, Winona was so excited that she was incoherent. “Mrs. Liebsig, is what you said true? Can my

She needed to take a deep

saying that, Rose suddenly

news?”

competition of the Painting Association, Sketcher will appear. She has already promised to be one of

her. You’re about the same age and are both

she felt

Winona’s. They were both a little cold,

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the call. Winona held the phone and was in a daze. The upturned corners of her mouth never came

she would soon get to know her idol, Sketcher,

even notice Daniel’s reply to

finally saw

the phone screen, Winona’s heart raced as though she was on

her phone and opened WhatsApp. The

as good as my

her lips and didn’t

Grant family’s residence, Alexander pushed the pile of information away angrily and

picked up the folders on the ground one by one

landed on the folders. There was a hint of hostility in

already flipped through all the information and looked at every photo, but

gown.

Alexander had long forgotten what the girl looked like. He only remembered that she was wearing a gown. However, among the information gathered by Damian, no girl was

photos had already turned yellow and blurry. It was impossible to see the people

through every photo carefully. Unfortunately, he could not find any familiarity in these old