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

wearing was also bought

pay the bill, Vivienne felt it was the happiest day of

that evening, her mother committed

and the bracelet that Vivienne had

Vivienne would often recall that moment and sketch it. The painting was

Mountain, she left

was cleaning the monastery that day, had seen the painting Captivated

looking for her wanting to display the painting in their galleries

offer she couldn’t refuse

only displayed for three days

taken down

taken aback 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 artal capable of such an exquate piece mamy ha work

her eyes cold. ‘Her name is

someone in the crowd exclaimed

have invited her to paint but she has

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collect her art

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just appear in the

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

slow smile spread across her face. “During my time in the mountain, I dabbled in painting and took the name Eulalia What a coincidence, don’t you

in the room was stunned

Eulalia was Vivienne?

could that be possible”

yet. How could she create

to choose a different name I understand

that so” Vivienne replied, her voice indifferent. She picked up