Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 318

Bettany’s pupils contracted. She hadn’t anticipated Doris posing the question so directly. She was momentarily stunned.

Doris lowered her head, took a deep breath, and then suddenly raised her gaze to address everyone. “Everyone, I must confess one thing. The inspiration for this painting did indeed come from another artwork, but it was solely for the purpose of seeking inspiration. I meticulously crafted this painting stroke by stroke, from start to finish. It bears the imprint of my toil and dedication.”

With that, she offered a profound bow and stepped back, adopting a dignified and upright stance.

Observing her in such a state, Bettany felt a sense of uncertainty, leaving her somewhat suspended.

Doris had the advantage in this situation. She openly acknowledged that her inspiration came from Bettany. If Bettany were to affirm that the painting resembled her in this moment, the judges wouldn’t perceive it as plagiarism; they would only see it as drawing upon some creative inspiration.

Above all, Bettany’s original creation had been destroyed, making her one–sided claims far from convincing.

As anticipated, some of the judges displayed a bias in favor of Doris and voiced their support for her. “Inspiration shouldn’t be labeled as plagiarism. It’s likely that both paintings share some similarities, but the rest should be distinctive,” they argued.

As they spoke, their eyes were fixed inquisitively on Bettany, seeking her response. Bettany moved her lips, wishing to convey: “No, it’s not just a little resemblance; it’s entirely alike, precisely identical.”

Nevertheless, before she could utter a word, another judge chimed in, stating, “It’s undoubtedly distinct. Even if the original artwork were placed right here, it would be impossible for it to be an exact match. Besides, who would leave their completed painting in someone else’s house for an extended period?”

Upon hearing this, Bettany was rendered utterly speechless.

Even Bettany herself was somewhat perplexed. She had only shown the painting to Doris, and after Doris had damaged it, she had retrieved it.

In such a brief timeframe, how could Doris recall it and replicate it with such precision?

Even Bettany herself couldn’t achieve such a feat.

Furthermore, it had been such a long time that she had nearly forgotten the appearance of the original painting.

Crucially, Bettany was excessively timid. After being confined by Marcus for an

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with skepticieni and authority, she lacked the courage to

eyes remained feed on

she swinly averted her eyes

sigh of relief. A trace of

thought, “Hmph, even the original artist acknowledged it wasn’t plagiarism and was merely a minor reference, Who could accuse me of plagiarism now? Just

round.”

boldly declared it as plagiarism without

hit the room like a thunderclap, leaving

composure. After a lengthy pause, she retorted angrily, “Who are you to claim that

bullying of a student, joined in, expressing. “Ms. Taylor, despite your association with Mrs. Liebsig, you can’t

point,” everyone concurred. “We’ve heard that Ms. Taylor didn’t pursue painting but delved into medical biology instead. After so many years, their artistic foundation may be quite diminished. What authority do they have to pass judgment

the position of Mrs. Liebsig’s disciple while not actively pursuing painting. They believed

too far due to her

the expression on their faces, it was evident that their words. suggested Olivia was speaking without a solid

slightly apprehensive. She approached Olivia’s side and gazed up with unease. “Olivia, I understand your intention to support me. I’m alright. You don’t. need to be concerned about

She was deeply concerned that Olivia might face. widespread criticism because of

Winona spoke in a composed and impartial manner, stating,

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artwork here would quickly resolve the matter, wouldn’t

Olivia responded calmly. “It has already been destroyed.” “Burned?”

her from causing a disturbance here? This is the examination hall, and

painting not her pursuit, but they seldom make an appearance. I had assumed it

was overwhelmed with fear, and tears welled up in her eyes, rendering them a shade of red. She extended her arms to shield Olivia and exclaimed vehemently, “Stop discussing Olivia. The fact remains that Doris’s painting

stance,” Winona remarked with folded arms. “How about this? Create a painting on the spot and let everyone gauge your skill level. If you outperform Doris, your statements will hold more weight. However, if you fail to surpass Doris, it’s truly a farce. Accusing the first–place winner of plagiarism without solid proof is indeed absurd!” “That’s a fair point. Let’s have a competition. The Painting Association seeks genuine talent,”

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