The Wrong Woman

Chapter 45

“I’m so lucky to be able to meet you while I’m still alive, Inkwell! You’re my favorite artist!”

“It turns out that you really are a young woman, Inkwell! I used to watch your painting videos. When I saw your dainty hands, I figured that you must be a woman.

“But your artwork depicts the determination and grit commonly found in ambitious, men. All of your paintings are so majestic that I can’t help but marvel in awe.”

“Your ink wash paintings are extremely poetic and breathtaking.

There are so many elements and hidden meanings in your artwork. really, really like them.”

Suzanne was disoriented from the things she had just heard. She could only stay rooted to the spot, shell-shocked, as she was unable to register what was going on.

Vera, on the other hand, had already teared up from how emotional she was. She knew from the start that Suzanne was extremely

talented.

However, she didn’t realize that Suzanne was actually a famous painter who had never revealed her identity before.

Meanwhile, Sally was so pissed that her expression had gone thunderous. She initially wanted to embarrass Suzanne in public, but she never expected Suzanne to possess such a wondrous identity.

Her actions had inadvertently helped Suzanne in showing off and shocking everyone with her talent.

The Morrisons were also astonished by what had just happened.

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of them could barely

a phone respectfully. Nathan accepted it before playing the video that was displayed on the screen.

in the video. The background

After that, she started painting. There was a faint mole

Mrs. Morrison is most definitely Inkwell.”

company managing this account as well as the user who registered for this account. Also, I want you to investigate the channels she used

replied before leaving the banquet

out about the truth. She dared not admit nor deny her alias as Inkwell simply because she couldn’t remember her past at

was until she watched a video played on a phone

Inkwell’s hands for someone else’s,

always recognize her own hands. She looked at them every day, after all. There was no way

most likely the painter in the

habits and movements mirrored hers whenever

painted.

shocked. She turned to gaze at Vera in confusion, noting the excitement dancing in Vera’s eyes. In fact, Vera looked extremely

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back to face Nathan.

and impassive expression. He looked like

people murmured among themselves, clearly displeased

a sex worker? How could she be an artist? If her paintings can be

of her fame. A company must have made her famous by branding her