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.

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

this sentiment, she raised

and said, “The president has showered your painting with praise, and it has garnered admiration from many

and inquired, “Bettany, my painting has received a decent ranking. If the portrait

a deliberate glance at Olivia and remarked, “It’s truly regrettable. All your paintings were destroyed, and not a single one remains” Doris

the two

in the flames. There was no tangible proof, and she had crafted the painting right there and then. There was no evidence of

knew what was in their best interest, they should remain silent and

As long as she stuck to her assertion that she hadn’t plagiarized and that she was the genuine creator, the other party would be powerless to take

staff member of the Painting Association. It appeared she was merely a sponsor. The words of such

her self–assurance grew.

all proceeded to the third

elevator, Doris inquired of Bettany, “Where

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

phone and

an even more contemptuous air. She casually

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the staff to the

door, Doris straightened her collar, took a

her creative concept. However, in the midst of her presentation, Ozymandias

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

noticed Olivia’s entrance. A pallor washed over Doris‘ face, and her

attention of everyone in the room

contracted upon seeing Olivia, Nevertheless, she

then turned to

“Olivia Taylor! Fourth disciple!”

face drain of

she the scion of the Smith family, but she was also engaged to the wealthiest man in the city. Her fame had reached a point where practically

her.

woman before her with the gentle, reserved, and adept lady she knew at

“It truly doesn’t seem like

is that

wave of dizziness washed over

equally astounded. She had never anticipated

“Wait… this can’t bel