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

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

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

painting of Katyusha’s Prayer, she clearly felt that she chimed perfectly with the original painter’s

the brush.

painting was two hours shorter

the painter back and

had learned, she felt she plunged into the

the painter

the call with Colter ended, Ziana sat quietly for

experience when she was sixteen

her past was very simple.

the island. She either learned skills from her masters or kept in

to learn martial arts on a

being an apprentice, nor

and finally decided

her since she was a child.

he had a clue about the

came downstairs, Yudel was

eyes were black and big, and

hug Ziana. Ziana hugged him

little guy was happy, giggling and snuggling up to

touch the little guy’s chubby arms and legs, which was so soft to hold them

you sleep tonight, baby?” She rubbed his little face, “Do

and feet. After she played with him for a while, the little

arms obediently.

Ewen while she looked at

say, just say it. When do we

was surprised, “Is my expression so obvious?”

was curious, “Who called just now?

seem to get closer to him recently. Are you ready to be

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