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 wide range of

expertise, she still claimed that her drawing skills were subpar. In that case, what were

painting before her to the individuals present, her tone now tinged with seriousness. “Since when has the Painting Association taken such a downward turn? First, there was vocal support for a plagiarist, and now there’s belittlement

Must my disciple be

deplorable atmosphere

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 encourage the growth and flourishing of our local

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

had arrived for a reorganization of the

my responsibility. I never anticipated Winona’s extreme and intolerant stance. She’s a gifted and hardworking young woman, and she greatly admires your work. I had hoped that introducing you to her would lead

of guilt overwhelmed Mrs. Liebsig, nearly

fact that today’s events were instigated by others, as the president, she

transformed into one of deep admiration. “I should

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Billionares Missing Darling

accused in this matter.”

ever think you’ve disappointed me, just channel that

a moment and

embarrassment. She yearned to speak but found herself without the opportunity. Finally, in a tone of despair, she managed to murmur, “No, no, I

“What happened?”

Everyone asked.

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

uttering those words, she closed her

dream. She had a passion for sketching from a very young age, aspiring to become a renowned artist and host her own art exhibition. Little did she anticipate that

Bettany was anticipating the remorseful sighs of those around

opened her eyes and gazed at Olivia, puzzled by her grasp on her wrist. Olivia checked Bettany’s pulse and

“What the hell?

did Olivia just