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.

“I believe my painting should earn a

sentiment, she raised her gaze toward

painting with praise, and it has

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

at Olivia and remarked, “It’s truly regrettable. All your paintings were destroyed, and not

did it make if the two paintings bore a

met its demise in the flames. There was no tangible proof, and she had crafted the painting right there and then. There was

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

she

of the Painting Association. It appeared she was merely

situation, the greater her self–assurance grew.

to the third floor

inquired of Bettany, “Where are you

was uncertain as well. Upon hearing this, she raised her gaze to Olivia

phone and whispered, “Let

on an even more contemptuous air. She casually nodded at Bettany and remarked, “I’ll head

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she followed the

her collar, took a deep breath, and entered the

profound bow to the judges, Doris composedly expounded on her creative concept. However, in the midst of her presentation, Ozymandias received a phone

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

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

wasn’t finished yet. The attention of everyone in

Winona, whose pupils abruptly contracted upon seeing Olivia, Nevertheless, she remained remarkably composed and displayed no

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

“Olivia Taylor! Fourth disciple!”

She felt her face drain of color, and her entire body

had become exceedingly well–known of late. Not only was she the scion of the Smith family, but she was also engaged to the

her.

couldn’t reconcile the composed and remarkable woman before her with the gentle, reserved, and adept lady she

“It truly

is that

washed over

anticipated that Olivia would be Mrs. Liebsig’s

“Wait… this can’t bel