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

mother was wearing was also

went to pay the bill, Vivienne felt it was the happiest day

her mother committed suicide by

was wearing the outfit and the bracelet that Vivienne had chosen for her

at the Emerald Mountain monastery. Vivienne would often recall that moment and sketch it.

had to leave Emerald Mountain,

cleaning the monastery that day, had

her wanting to display the painting

an offer she couldn’t refuse was presented. However, the

only displayed

taken down

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 artal capable

him, her eyes cold. ‘Her name

someone in the crowd exclaimed

invited her to paint

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

collect her art

He hadn’t expected Virenne to know

artists

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partings were at the National Aut Glory or price

in

would never just appear in the open!

the Brooks family, a

as a slow smile spread across her face. “During my time in the mountain, I dabbled in painting

room was stunned on

Eulalia was Vivienne?

that be

even twenty yet. How could she create such

“But I would advise you to choose a different name I understand your desire for fame, but Eulalia’s name isn’t one to

replied, her voice indifferent. She picked