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 hangost this evaluation she gave

work 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

just because Sketcher said that she was a sketcher did not mean that

expansion and innovation in oil painting techniques were of great significance and had a huge impact

what Sketcher was doing, wanting to

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

her chest. She needed to take a

After saying that, Rose suddenly smiled and said in a mysterious tone, “I

news?” Winona was curious.

her. “In this internal competition of the Painting Association, Sketcher will appear. She has already promised to be one of the judges that day.” “Really?” Winona

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

the more she felt that

little cold, and they both pursued techniques. Perhaps they would become good friends.

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

that she would soon get to know her idol, Sketcher,

even notice Daniel’s

she finally saw the message

though she was

unlocked her phone and opened WhatsApp. The first

but not as good as

lips and

information

folders on the ground one by one and placed them on the desk.

and his gaze landed on the folders. There was a hint of hostility in his eyes.

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

gown.

long forgotten what the girl looked like. He only remembered that she

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

Unfortunately, he could not find any familiarity in these old

Alexander, if you are fated with the girl, you will

his slender arm on the table, revealing a few diamond cuffs

lips and his expression was

now.”