The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 230

Chapter 230 I’m Not the Painter Back, Really

Colter felt confused when he heard the question. He looked at Ziana through the screen with a weird expression, “Ziana, are you kidding? It is you who ask someone to give me the painting!”

“What?” Ziana was shocked because she never expected this.

She was confused and asked uncertainly, “I gave it to you? When? Why don’t I remember!”

Colter had thought she told lies at first, but now he noticed something was wrong. He became serious, “Have you lost your memory? Is it true or not? It was at your sixteen–year–old that you sent it from an island!”

The keyword sixteen was like a switch which made Ziana silent.

When she met Roger Hutch, he also mentioned her sixteen–year–old.

He said that when she was sixteen, she had promised to worship him as a teacher. But she broke her word.

She didn’t remember it at all!

When she was sixteen, she only remembered that she was learning martial arts.

But Roger and Colter didn’t need to lie to her.

So whether their memory was wrong, or her memory was wrong.

Did she really lose her memory?

Ziana was confused and asked eagerly, “You said I asked someone to send it to you. Did I say anything at that time?”

She tried to remember something through some details.

Colter on the screen narrowed his eyes, lost in his remembrance.

He shook his head, “No. This series of paintings was sent to the studio suddenly one day. The address was from your island. When I saw it, I subconsciously thought it was you who painted it. Because I knew your brushwork and skills. But the styles of that series were different from your previous paintings, so I think it was your new style.”

didn’t contact me then?” Ziana

Who knew where you were! But you mean you really didn’t draw this series of paintings? Then who painted

not me, and back isn’t my stage name either.” Ziana just said that, and

Prayer, she clearly felt that she chimed perfectly with the original painter’s style. She could even feel the emotional fluctuations and temperature of the

the brush.

had finished the painting was two hours shorter than

she admired the painter back and planned

she had learned, she felt she plunged into the fog.

she the

ended, Ziana sat

experience when

that her past was very

She either learned skills

packed her bags and went to Nansen Waley to learn martial arts

recall what Roger said about being an apprentice,

didn’t figure it out, and finally decided to go downstairs to find

was a child. If she

clue about the painting

Ziana came downstairs, Yudel was playing with

eyes were black and big, and made him

hug Ziana. Ziana hugged him

happy, giggling and

chubby arms and legs, which was so soft to hold them

rubbed his little face, “Do you

with his hands and feet. After she played with him for a while, the little guy got lazy and lay in

arms obediently.

comforted Ewen while she looked at

say, just say it. When do we

surprised, “Is my expression

Yudel was curious, “Who called just now? Edison?”

“You seem to get

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