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.

a photo, but skva dur a hangost this evaluation she gave her paintings a dynamic feeling. Now that

was a huge tiger. It was so realistic and dynamic that it Bightened everyone who came to see it. Even some painters who had been asons in the painting world for a long time were shocked by her paintings. 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.

said that she was a sketcher did not mean that she was really one

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

what Sketcher was doing, wanting

her techniques could be compared to Sketcher’s, Winona was so excited that she was incoherent. “Mrs. Liebsig, is what

clutched her chest. She needed

of her ability.” After saying that, Rose suddenly smiled and said in

news?” Winona

to

nodded. “When she comes over, I’ll introduce you to her. You’re about the same age and are

more she felt that this possibility was

personality was really similar to Winona’s. They were both a little cold, and they both pursued techniques. Perhaps they would

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the call. Winona held the phone and was in a daze. The upturned corners of

to know her idol, Sketcher, Winona was overjoyed.

even notice Daniel’s reply

finally saw the message Daniel had sent her.

screen, Winona’s heart raced as though she

opened WhatsApp. The first thing she

but not as

her lips

the pile of information away angrily

ground one by one

on the folders. There was

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

gown.

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

had been so long, these photos had already turned yellow and blurry. It was impossible

carefully. Unfortunately, he could not find any familiarity in

comforted him. “Mr. Alexander, if you are fated with

arm on the table, revealing a few diamond cuffs that reflected the sunlight outside the window. They were

expression was cold. “Let’s put this

now.”