Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 321

As Olivia and her group departed, Winona cast a gaze at the figures in front of her. She quietly lowered her eyes, and her glance was brimming with animosity.

Clarissa trembled slightly. Summoning her courage, she spoke, “Why bother comparing to her previous accomplishments? If she is capable, demonstrate it here and now. After all, Sketcher hasn’t touched a brush in years. Maybe she’s lost her touch and can’t even produce a complete painting anymore.”

Her words resonated with many present. The art of painting was akin to navigating against a flowing river; if one didn’t progress, they regressed. Observing how Olivia had dedicated herself to various endeavors for many years, conducting research and building connections with the wealthiest individuals, it was apparent that she had very little time for painting.

“Her present abilities might not even measure up to those of the examination candidates,” thought they. Even though everyone held this sentiment, they refrained from vocalizing it. Expressing such thoughts would be quite impolite, but it did bring a sense of relief to many.

Ozymandias didn’t depart. He remained in his position. Upon hearing Clarissa’s s, he huffed, “You should be thankful that Olivia is showcasing her previous work. If she were to create one right now, your Ms. Manson might not even measure up to her.”

“Nonsense!” Clarissa couldn’t accept his statement. “Olivia hasn’t painted for many years. How could she have improved? Winona has been dedicated to the art world. Both at home and abroad, she has garnered recognition.”

Some individuals who believed they were impartial nodded in accord with Clarissa. They believed Ozymandias’s words were unfounded. “Ozymandias, we understand your loyalty to your elder sister, but you should substantiate your claims. You’re a budding artist with a degree of renown yourself. How can you utter baseless remarks?

“This could lead students to misinterpret and assume they can enhance their skills without diligent study and practice. Such thinking is misguided,” they added.

“Exactly! You mustn’t entertain such notions. It’s okay to favor Olivia, but making baseless claims is unacceptable.” The sentiment was echoed by the group, with many feeling Ozymandias’s s had gone too far.

Sketcher was unquestionably exceptional in the past and produced a series of remarkable pieces, but that was five to six years ago.

After so many years without wielding a paintbrush and producing any new artwork, merely maintaining his prior level was an accomplishment in itself. How could he have possibly improved? Some even saw this as an attempt to diminish Winona’s talent.

It was excessive!

“That’s your perspective,” Ozymandias maintained a stoic expression. “I concede that art benefits from ongoing practice, but who decrees that you can’t make progress outside this field? On what grounds do you pass judgment on Olivia based on your personal beliefs? Just because you haven’t improved doesn’t imply that she won’t.”

Someone, clearly incensed, retorted, “You’re all talk. If she has got the skills, prove it with her artwork.” Upon Mrs. Liebsig’s return from bidding farewell to Olivia, she could already hear a tumultuous clamor from inside the building before stepping through the entrance.

She furrowed her brow and gently pushed the door open, inquiring, “What’s all the arguing about?” Mrs. Liebsig held a distinguished reputation. While she held a special regard for her disciples, she had consistently maintained fairness and objectivity when dealing with others.

Shortly after, someone approached Mrs. Liebsig and expressed a complaint about Ozymandias. “Mrs. Liebsig, Ozymandias was excessively boasting earlier. He asserted that Olivia’s art has remarkably improved, and Ms. Manson can’t even compare to her.”

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Mrs. Liebsig fell silent.

smug glance in Ozymandias’s direction and thought to themselves, “Just wait to face the

truth. Olivia’s artistic skills have shown remarkable progress. I would

an

dumbfounded. He gazed at Mrs. Liebsig in bewilderment and asked, “Mrs. Liebsig, are

it comes to Olivia’s artistry, it may not be distinguished compared to other works with strong artistic conceptions. However, Winona

her chin and motioned

a slight hint of embarrassment. “This is a portrait that Olivia created for my birthday celebration. I shouldn’t have displayed it, but there’s no harm in everyone having a look. It’s a valuable opportunity for me to expand my knowledge.” Ozymandias’s

crowd gathered to examine the portrait,

exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, did you all notice? Mrs. Liebsig is smiling

accurate,” someone nearby countered. “She’s not smiling. She’s looking at someone

looks curious as if she’s examining me with interest.” The

expressions when viewed from different

among

tightly, as if she had endured a significant blow. Once Mrs. Liebsig came back, Ozymandias assisted her into the car and grumbled, “Mrs. Liebsig, why didn’t you allow me to

years ago, but it wasn’t her most recent one. Her latest piece depicted the banquet that had been delivered just a few days ago.

Mrs. Liebsig shook her head and sighed. “The tallest tree in the forest eventually gets cut down. Olivia has other priorities. There’s no need to pursue excessive fame in the art world. Reputation is a double–edged sword; if it becomes too

this statement. He just couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret. “Olivia was incredibly talented, so why had she chosen

tinged with a subtle hint of jealousy. However, after seeing it, all she could feel was a profound sense of despair. There was

person was slightly taller than her, but that didn’t stop

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and was

that remained was admiration and a sense of

so young. How could she possess sach an astonishing

exist such a

Winona attentively, refraining

her head.

in the mood for conversation. Waving her hand, she leaned

Winona, in the retreated to a corner

and her face displayed a profound

noticed Clara a unual reaction. She opened her eyes and

hastily cored. That examine was Dots, and the been

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Me Sullivan wee during that year he disappeared! It’s been a well–guarded secret, and I’ve been unable to uncover any information But, right after Mr. Sullivan a return from his disappearance, there was a numer that he was going to be engaged to Miss Turner. It caused quite a stir