Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 320

You truly have no sense of self–awareness!” Ozymandias sneered. He proceeded to the wall directly in front of him and removed the painting hanging there. Observing his brusque behavior, Winona instinctively furrowed her brow and inquired in a hushed tone, “Why are you taking down the Sketcher’s painting?” Vice–President Milton likewise appeared distressed. “Handle it more delicately, more delicately. There’s only one work by Sketcher in this art gallery. It was quite a hassle for me to secure it on loan.”

This art gallery was owned by the Milton family.

The painting was delivered to Olivia’s side. Olivia lowered her gaze to study the artwork, then raised her eyes and declared impassively, “I won’t be lending it to you at the moment.”

While speaking, she raised a hand and claimed the painting. Placing it nonchalantly on the table, she remarked casually, “I’ll auction this piece.” The moment she concluded her statement, the room abruptly hushed, resembling a tomb in its stillness.

Summned, everyone in the room was left speechless, their voices seemingly deserting them.

Winona was the first to recover, her eyes widening in astonishment. She fixed her gaze on Olivia Taylor and exclaimed, “You’re Sketcher!”

Before Olivia could respond, Ozymandias interjected with a flabbergasted expression. “You people, do you even possess a single functioning brain cell? All this time, Sketcher has been contributing paintings through my master, Mrs. Liebsig. This style of painting is clearly not my master’s work. Furthermore, she has six disciples, and every one of them has their own renowned creations. Even if you engage your lowest cognitive faculties, you should have deduced that Sketcher is Olivia!”

“No, this can’t be real,” Winona muttered, her expression dazed. Reflecting on her previous boast about her 60% Sketcher’s level, she felt an overwhelming urge to find a place to hide.

She ruminated, “This is humiliating, utterly humiliating!

“I can’t even bring myself to face anyone!”

Winona had shed her previous arrogance and now sat huddled on the sidelines, her countenance riddled with remorse.

Vice–President Milton remained composed. He wore a perplexed expression as he regarded Olivia. “Given that you’re Sketcher, why didn’t you disclose your true identity sooner? Why keep it concealed?”

Mrs. Liebsig positioned herself protectively in front of Olivia. With a gentle smile,

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she gazed up at Vice–President Milton and clarified. “My disciple felt she wasn’t a proficient artist. She was concerned about humiliating herself, which is why she concealed her identity

in the room exhibited a

still claimed that her drawing skills were subpar. In that case, what were we even painting?

present, her tone now tinged with seriousness. “Since when has the Painting Association taken such a

and gain fame as an artist? Must my disciple be subjected

deplorable

reluctant to move on?! The initial purpose of the Painting Association was to foster artistic creation and theoretical exploration. It was meant to safeguard the art of painting and

any longer. Each of you, take some time to introspect.” Mrs. Liebsig had remained silent until now, carefully observing everyone’s reactions. Throughout her tenure, the Painting Association had made steady progress under her guidance. She had believed that selecting talented members was of utmost importance,

that the moment had arrived for a

hand, and spoke with a tone of apology, “Olivia, it’s my responsibility. I never anticipated Winona’s extreme and intolerant stance. She’s a gifted and hardworking young woman, and

overwhelmed Mrs. Liebsig,

fact that today’s events were instigated by others, as the president, she couldn’t

deep admiration. “I should be the

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Billionares Missing Darling

accused in this matter.”

Mrs. Liebsig affectionately patted her hand. “Why dwell on this? You’re my student. If I can’t shield you, then who else should I safeguard? If you ever think you’ve disappointed me, just channel that energy into your art Olivia beamed and beckoned

for a

with embarrassment. She yearned to speak but found herself without the opportunity. Finally, in a tone of

“What happened?”

Everyone asked.

hand, wearing a fragile expression. “This hand has suffered from tendon injuries, and I can’t maintain a steady grip on

she closed

for sketching from a very young age, aspiring to become a renowned artist and host her own

anticipating the remorseful sighs of those around her, a gentle hand covered

puzzled by her grasp on her wrist. Olivia checked Bettany’s pulse and

“What the hell?

did Olivia