Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 317

Getting a summons to elucidate her artistic vision signified that Emma’s paintings had captured the notice of the Painting Association instructors.

She was on the brink of ascending to the celestial realm with just one stride, and soon, she’d be under the wing of a revered mentor. But at this pivotal juncture, how could Bettany possibly intervene?

If Bettany were present, wouldn’t her replication of the portrait be unveiled? Doris seethed with such rage that the edges of her eyes nearly ruptured, and her gaze turned crimson.

Without much contemplation, she leaped to Bettany’s side and inquisitively inquired. “What brings you here?”

Her inner musings went along the lines of, “Weren’t you confined by the Dillon family? How come you’re out now?”

“Doris?” Bettany was momentarily taken aback before warmly grasping her hand. “It’s all thanks to you. Elena informed me that if you hadn’t informed Olivia about my confinement in the Dillon family, I might never have been released.”

“Doris, I truly appreciate it,” Bettany replied earnestly.

Doris was speechless.

She truly found herself at a loss for words. Ultimately, she bore the responsibility for the situation!

After a brief interlude of silence, Doris regained composure. She glanced at

Bettany. With a self–assured tone, she remarked, “Bettany, I’m thrilled you’re here. The instructor assigned me to elucidate my artistic vision. The portrait I sketched was inspired by the artwork you shared with me.”

“My painting?” Bettany pointed at herself, appearing somewhat bewildered.

“Yes, indeed,” Doris affirmed with a firm nod. “The second round involves live painting, and there are no limitations. You can depict anything. I remembered that portrait you have painted and took it as a source of inspiration to craft a new piece. Bettany, you don’t mind, do you?”

Bettany didn’t hesitate and shook her head. “Why would there be anything to mind? But that prototype isn’t exclusive to me. If I can paint, so can you.”

Upon hearing this, Doris couldn’t help but have a slight curl of her lips, forming a smile.

She shifted her attention to Olivia and inquired with curiosity, “Sister, are you part of the Painting Association’s staff?”

Olivia raised her gaze and replied, “No.”

“Oh, Doris sighed in complete relief.

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Nonetheless, Bettany remained concerned that the plagiarism issue might come to light. It was crucial to firmly resolve this matter, ensuring that Olivia would refrain from uttering a word about it.

arm, remarking, “I believe my painting should earn a good rank. I’m curious if it will

expressing this sentiment, she raised her gaze toward the

president has showered your painting with praise,

that so?” Doris was pleasantly surprised. Then, she turned to Bettany and inquired, “Bettany, my painting has received a decent ranking. If the portrait you painted enters the competition, it

regrettable. All your paintings were

it make if the

and she had crafted the painting right there and then. There was no evidence of plagiarism

best interest, they should remain

were unable to provide any evidence. As long as she stuck to her assertion that she hadn’t plagiarized and that she was the genuine creator, the

regarding Olivia. However, it had become evident that Olivia wasn’t even a staff member of the Painting Association. It appeared she was merely a

situation, the greater her self–assurance grew. Eventually, she

to

of Bettany, “Where are you folks

this, she raised her gaze to Olivia and inquired, “Olivia,

phone and whispered, “Let me make a

contemptuous air. She

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followed the staff to the

at the door, Doris straightened her collar, took a

composedly expounded on her creative concept. However, in the midst of her presentation, Ozymandias received a

check the caller ID, and his expression suddenly lin up with excitement. He promptly

Olivia’s entrance. A pallor washed over Doris‘ face, and her heart involuntarily quivered

in the room had

Olivia, Nevertheless, she remained

then turned to introduce

“Olivia Taylor! Fourth disciple!”

She felt her face drain of color, and her entire body seemed rooted to the

of the Smith family, but she was also engaged

her.

reconcile the composed and remarkable woman before her with the gentle, reserved, and adept lady

truly doesn’t seem like

that

wave of dizziness washed over

astounded. She had never anticipated that Olivia would be Mrs.

“Wait… this can’t bel