The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 349

Jeffrey could feel the whispers of the crowd beginning to swirl around him. His face visibly paled.

He turned to Vivienne with a hint of desperation in his voice, “You’re accusing me of plagiarism just based on a paint? That’s a pretty wild assumption, don’t you think?”

His words were hollow and fraught with quilt.

Because he had plagiarized another painting indeed

He first saw it during his trip to the Mirelia Continent, displayed in a renowned local art gallery. He had wanted to purchase it but was informed t wasn’t for sale and would only be on display for three days

So, he took a photo of it and, upon his return, recreated it for his own gallery exhibition

He never imagined Vivienne would discover his deceit

Wasn’t she raised within the mountain and seldom venturing out? And she had only recently returned to the Brooks family How could she possibly know”

Vivienne raised her eyes, her expression was impassive. “The painting is called Recollections It was the artist’s tribute to her mother. The bracelet worn by the woman in the painting, even her attire, were all personally chosen by the artist for her mother And this painting was only ever displayed overseas. It’s not for sale!”

Her eyes narrowed and a sharp arrow of accusation shot out, “When you decided to copy it, did you ever consider whether or not you could handle the consequences if the original artist found out?”

Her aura changed suddenly and exuded a palpable sense of danger

The painting was her tribute to her mother

It was the memory of her mother’s silhouette that had left the deepest impression on her

Her mother had taken her shopping for the first time since they had gone into hiding She had bought Vivienne numerous items but had bought nothing for herself

Vivienne had admired the bracelet and thought it sulted her mother’s elegant bearing. She had lied, saying that she loved seeing her

it Only then had her mother agreed to buy it

her mother was wearing was also bought at

as she went to pay the bill, Vivienne felt

evening, her mother committed suicide by

wearing the outfit and the bracelet that Vivienne

her years at the Emerald Mountain monastery. Vivienne would often recall that moment

Mountain, she left the

the monastery that day, had seen

started looking for her wanting to display the painting

agreed when an offer she couldn’t

only displayed for three

taken down

by her intensity. He took a step back and thed to defend himself. “You’ve got al your facts straight, but who a the (anginal artist then? Apart from this painting are there any other works? An

looked at him, her eyes cold. ‘Her name is

someone in the crowd

countries have invited her

wout her works start at a svadinas at even the aegi who

collect her art

hadn’t expected

the artists name

he spoke up agam. “So you say it’s Balaka, and we shimolitpur tang sou malo kayane kinders ter paintings, are auctioned off by the National Art Gitary if it’s really her

stubbornly refused to adine his

all, Fulaka’s partings were at the

in

appear in

addition to the Brooks family, a mere debutante. She couldn’t ever bring Eulalia to

fell on him as a slow smile spread across her face. “During my time in the mountain, I dabbled in painting and took the name Eulalia What a coincidence,

was stunned on hearing

Eulalia was Vivienne?

that be possible”

yet. How could she create

indeed Jeffrey scoffed “But I would advise you to choose a different name I understand your desire for fame, but

Vivienne replied, her voice indifferent. She