The Wrong Woman

Chapter 151

Before “Inkwell” could make a move, Suzanne had picked up the paintbrush. Despite her memory loss, she had no intention of relying on her previous works. Instinctively, she smoothed out the paper before beginning to paint.

“That’s definitely Inkwell. I’d recognize those beautiful fingers anywhere,” one viewer remarked.

“I knew it! Those hands are unmistakable. She’s the real deal,”

exclaimed another.

“It’s been three years since we’ve seen Inkwell. What masterpiece will she create this time?” someone mused.

“Support Inkwell! I can hear the charities weeping tears of joy over her paintings once again,” another urged.

The reporters watched Suzanne at work with a mixture of awe and admiration, moved by the outpouring of support in the comments.

Deep down, they had unequivocally acknowledged Suzanne as the true Inkwell and felt honored to capture her remarkable moments

firsthand.

frustration at the sudden turn of events. Under the scrutiny of cameras and branded an impostor by netizens, “Inkwell”

glimpsing the incomplete work of ” Inkwell”, they frowned disapprovingly

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shifted their attention to the livestream and posed a question. “Can our viewers find the real

these two artworks?”

obvious? The imposter is

that now she can

Ever since she revealed her face, she

artwork is undeniably more vibrant and captivating,” someone

the real Inkwell. I never expected her to look so

to the commenter’s remark, Suzanne’s cherubic

her charm on

down her paintbrush and glanced up,

held a depth and intensity that she couldn’t comprehend, stirring warmth

gaze.

hers. Upon examination of the two paintings, the appraisers concluded that

was merely tracing a previous artwork and lacked the genuine