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.”

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Who knew where you were! But you mean you really didn’t draw this series of

Ziana just said

with the original painter’s style. She could even feel the emotional fluctuations and temperature

the brush.

total time she had finished the painting was two

she admired the painter

with everything she had learned, she felt she

she the painter back?

Ziana sat

when

that her past was

of the time on the island. She either learned skills from her masters or kept in retreat in

year, she packed her bags and went to Nansen Waley to learn

couldn’t recall what Roger said about being an apprentice,

didn’t figure it out, and finally decided to

been with her since she was a child. If she really lost her memory,

had a clue about the painting

downstairs, Yudel was playing with

big, and made him

opened his arms wide to hug Ziana. Ziana hugged him and kissed him several

giggling

guy’s chubby arms and legs, which was so soft to hold

his little face, “Do you

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

arms obediently.

Ewen while she

glasses, “If you have something to say, just say it. When do we become so hesitant to talk?”

“Is my expression so

to ask?” Yudel was

his eyebrows deliberately as he said, “You seem to get closer to

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