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.

scrutiny of cameras and branded an impostor by netizens, “Inkwell” found herself stripped of excuses and was compelled to recreate

work of ” Inkwell”, they frowned disapprovingly before shifting their attention to Suzanne. The moment the appraisers beheld Suzanne’s painting, their faces lit

1/1

the livestream and posed a question. “Can our viewers find the

these two artworks?”

it obvious? The imposter is just copying Inkwell’s

done it so much that now she can only make soulless

a fake from the start. Ever since she revealed her face, she stopped

artwork is undeniably more

Inkwell. I never expected her to look

to the commenter’s remark, Suzanne’s cherubic

her charm on

down her paintbrush and glanced

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

gaze.

hers. Upon examination of

perfect piece, she was merely tracing a previous artwork and lacked the genuine artistic flair of the true Inkwell.