Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 311

After waiting for a while, there was no reply from Daniel.

Winona was a little disappointed.

However, she quickly perked up and sent the photo to Rose, the chairman of the Painting Association.

Rose was an internationally renowned oil painting master with far–reaching influence. When Winona was young, she even wanted Rose to be her teacher. Rose also liked Winona’s painting talent very much. She had originally said that she would take her in as her student after testing her. Unfortunately, Rose ran to Layfield the next day.

After that, there was no news from her. Rose never mentioned taking her in as a student again.

After sending the photo over, Winona dialed a number and said respectfully and modestly, “Mrs. Liebsig, I don’t know if you are busy. Sorry to disturb you.” Rose was almost 70 years old this year, but her body was still very strong, and her words were full of energy.

“It is not considered disturbing when it comes to painting.” Rose went on to praise Winona. “Your skills have improved, Winona, and you have captured the emotions very well. Impressive.”

Winona said modestly, “I still have much to learn.”

Rose sighed and shook her head. “It’s already rare for someone of your age to have such outstanding skills. I’ve lived for so long and seen countless children. with talent in painting. There are only two who have such skills.”

This was an incredible praise.

Rose had been famous internationally for a long time, and her prestige was extremely high. No matter where she went, she would be respectfully called a master. Being praised by her like this, even Winona, who was always level–headed, couldn’t help but be excited.

After stabilizing her trembling voice, Winona said, “Mrs. Liebsig, you’re too kind. But I’m very curious.

Who is the other one?”

“You know who it is.” Rose’s tone became more amiable. “It’s Sketcher.”

Sketcher was not a real name. She was a genius painter who appeared out of nowhere a few years ago. H

oil painting technique was the pinnacle. She had only painted a few paintings and had not even shown her face. No one knew what she looked like or what her name was.

However, her appearance had an epoch–making significance and far–reaching impact.

There were very few people who studied techniques too much in traditional oil sume they were all didamind of i

However Sketcher was extremely addicted to this and flaunted her skills crazily.

was like a photo, but skva dur a hangost this evaluation she gave her paintings a dynamic

I was really too realistic, just like a real tiger. The use of color and the coordination of light and shadow were simply to the point of perfection. Just as the oil painting world thought that they would welcome a rising star, Sketcher gave up on painting. She said that her painting was emotionless and could not be considered a famous painting. She said that she was just sketching. That

a sketcher did not mean

in oil painting techniques were of great significance and had a huge impact on the entire painting

somewhat imitated what Sketcher was doing, wanting to become

excited that she was incoherent. “Mrs. Liebsig, is what you said true? Can my techniques

chest. She needed

have 60% of her ability.” After saying that, Rose suddenly smiled and said in a mysterious tone, “I have good

news?” Winona was

has already promised to be one of the judges that day.” “Really?”

“When she comes over, I’ll introduce you to her. You’re about

more Rose spoke, the more she felt that

similar to Winona’s. They were both a little cold, and they both

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and was in a daze. The upturned corners of her mouth never came

know her idol, Sketcher,

even notice Daniel’s reply to her

long time, she finally saw the

the notification on the phone screen, Winona’s heart raced as though

her phone and opened WhatsApp. The first

but not as

lips and

the pile of information away angrily and rubbed his temples with a frustrated expression.

picked up the folders on the ground one by one and placed them

and his gaze landed on the folders. There was a hint

through all the information and looked at every photo, but he could not

gown.

years. Alexander had long forgotten what the girl looked like. He only remembered that she was wearing a gown. However, among the information gathered by Damian, no girl was wearing a

been so long, these photos had already turned yellow and

he could not find any familiarity in these

with the girl, you will meet her sooner or

the table, revealing a few diamond cuffs that

expression was cold. “Let’s put this

now.”