The Wrong Woman

Chapter 150

The phone rang several times before a woman answered the call in Sunterlish, “Hello, who is this?”

Feeling very nervous, Suzanne took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. She replied in Sunterlish as well, “Hello, Mrs. Potter. Do you remember me?”

Emma Potter sounded surprised, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, “You… are you Inkwell?”

“Mrs. Potter, so you still remember my voice?” Suzanne felt relieved.

A few days ago, she found the number of the orphanage director. Inkwell had registered her social media account under the director

back then.

If Suzanne was Inkwell, they should have often talked over the pl previously, even if they had never met in person before. Today, was forced to take a gamble, but she didn’t expect to win the bet.

Suzanne was quite sure that she was Inkwell herself.

Emma’s voice choked up, “Of course I remember. Oh my goodness, it really is you! Inkwell, have you been well for the past three years? Where are you? Is everything going well in your life? You suddenly disappeared without a word. I thought something bad had happened

to you.”

were shocked by the content of their conversation over the phone. However, they remained

face as she stared at her

assistant’s face turned ashen with

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confusion.

well. However, there’s something I want to ask you. Why can’t I log in to the

me who logged in to the account. What’s more, someone has stolen your account. She isn’t Inkwell, and

despicable woman! I wanted to speak up for you, but

Mrs. Potter. I will handle this myself.” After thanking the director, Suzanne ended the call and looked around at the

many peop understand Sunterlish, right? This number is on the official web the orphanage in Sunterland. All of you can verify

Inkwell retorted angril Your husband is the leader of the Norvanian military and has absolute power. It would be easy for him

man whom she

said coldly, “Stop with the act. The best proof of your identity is your real skill.

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show your skill by

proof of your identity. Why don’t you show us your skill in front of all the reporters and

coming through…” Without waiting for Inkwell’s response, Gary and Florence had instructed Edgar and the household staff to bring in two long tables. They even had all the painting.