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.

Doris’s smile broadened. She advanced and embraced Bettany’s arm, remarking, “I believe my painting

raised her gaze toward the

staff nodded and said, “The president has showered your painting with praise, and it has garnered

received a

remarked, “It’s truly regrettable. All your paintings were destroyed, and not a single one remains” Doris conveyed this statement to Olivia and

difference did it make if the two

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

best interest,

own interests, it was inconsequential. After all, they 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

become evident that Olivia wasn’t even a staff member of the Painting Association. It appeared she was merely a sponsor. The words of such an individual carried

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

to the

inquired of Bettany, “Where are you folks

raised her

her phone and

this, Doris’s expression took on an even more contemptuous air. She casually

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followed the staff to the

her collar, took a deep breath, and entered the

creative concept. However, in the midst of

downward to check the caller ID, and his expression suddenly lin up with excitement. He promptly left the room. After

pallor washed over Doris‘ face, and her heart involuntarily quivered a few times. She tightly clenched her fists but managed

in the room had already shifted towards

contracted upon seeing Olivia, Nevertheless, she remained remarkably composed and displayed no signs of

turned to introduce Olivia to the others, saying, “This is

“Olivia Taylor! Fourth disciple!”

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

the Smith family, but she was also engaged to the wealthiest man in the city. Her

her.

woman before her with the gentle, reserved, and

mused, “It truly doesn’t seem like

that even

of dizziness washed over Doris, and she nearly blacked

had never anticipated

“Wait… this can’t bel