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.

turn of events. Under the scrutiny of cameras and branded an impostor by netizens, “Inkwell” found herself stripped of excuses and was compelled to recreate a painting she had once so familiarly traced.

the two women continued to paint, the appraisers closely observed their progress. Upon glimpsing the incomplete work of ” Inkwell”, they frowned disapprovingly before shifting their attention to Suzanne. The moment the appraisers beheld Suzanne’s painting, their faces lit up with astonishment.

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

these two artworks?”

imposter is just

that now she can only make soulless

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

is undeniably more

be the real Inkwell. I never expected her

remark, Suzanne’s cherubic

her charm on camera.

completing her painting, Suzanne set down her paintbrush and glanced up, coincidentally locking gazes with Nathan.

comprehend, stirring warmth within her heart. Flustered, she quickly averted

gaze.

approached and praised Suzanne’s artwork just as ‘ Inkwell” finished hers. Upon examination of the

piece, she was merely tracing a previous artwork and