Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 317

Getting a summons to elucidate her artistic vision signified that Emma’s paintings had captured the notice of the Painting Association instructors.

She was on the brink of ascending to the celestial realm with just one stride, and soon, she’d be under the wing of a revered mentor. But at this pivotal juncture, how could Bettany possibly intervene?

If Bettany were present, wouldn’t her replication of the portrait be unveiled? Doris seethed with such rage that the edges of her eyes nearly ruptured, and her gaze turned crimson.

Without much contemplation, she leaped to Bettany’s side and inquisitively inquired. “What brings you here?”

Her inner musings went along the lines of, “Weren’t you confined by the Dillon family? How come you’re out now?”

“Doris?” Bettany was momentarily taken aback before warmly grasping her hand. “It’s all thanks to you. Elena informed me that if you hadn’t informed Olivia about my confinement in the Dillon family, I might never have been released.”

“Doris, I truly appreciate it,” Bettany replied earnestly.

Doris was speechless.

She truly found herself at a loss for words. Ultimately, she bore the responsibility for the situation!

After a brief interlude of silence, Doris regained composure. She glanced at

Bettany. With a self–assured tone, she remarked, “Bettany, I’m thrilled you’re here. The instructor assigned me to elucidate my artistic vision. The portrait I sketched was inspired by the artwork you shared with me.”

“My painting?” Bettany pointed at herself, appearing somewhat bewildered.

“Yes, indeed,” Doris affirmed with a firm nod. “The second round involves live painting, and there are no limitations. You can depict anything. I remembered that portrait you have painted and took it as a source of inspiration to craft a new piece. Bettany, you don’t mind, do you?”

Bettany didn’t hesitate and shook her head. “Why would there be anything to mind? But that prototype isn’t exclusive to me. If I can paint, so can you.”

Upon hearing this, Doris couldn’t help but have a slight curl of her lips, forming a smile.

She shifted her attention to Olivia and inquired with curiosity, “Sister, are you part of the Painting Association’s staff?”

Olivia raised her gaze and replied, “No.”

“Oh, Doris sighed in complete relief.

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Nonetheless, Bettany remained concerned that the plagiarism issue might come to light. It was crucial to firmly resolve this matter, ensuring that Olivia would refrain from uttering a word about it.

With these thoughts in mind, Doris’s smile broadened. She advanced and embraced Bettany’s arm, remarking, “I believe my painting should earn a good rank. I’m curious if it will capture the president’s attention.”

this sentiment, she raised her gaze toward the

said, “The president has showered your painting with praise, and it has

received a decent ranking. If the

Olivia and remarked, “It’s truly regrettable. All your paintings

two paintings bore a striking resemblance? The

in the flames. There was no tangible proof, and she had crafted the painting right there and then. There

best interest, they

all, they were unable to provide any evidence. As long as she stuck to her assertion that she hadn’t plagiarized and that she was the

Olivia wasn’t even a staff member of the Painting Association. It appeared she was merely a sponsor. The words of such an individual carried

greater her self–assurance grew. Eventually, she ceased to

the third

inquired of Bettany, “Where

her gaze to Olivia

and whispered, “Let me make

Doris’s expression took on an even more contemptuous air. She casually nodded at Bettany and remarked, “I’ll head over ahead.”

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followed the staff to the judges‘ room

her collar, took a

a profound bow to the judges, Doris composedly expounded on her creative concept. However,

expression suddenly lin up with excitement. He promptly left the room.

and her heart involuntarily

everyone in the room

Nevertheless, she remained remarkably composed and

her accomplished disciple with joy. She then turned to introduce Olivia to the others, saying, “This is my

Fourth disciple!”

two titles, Doris’s heart raced. She felt her face drain of color, and

but she was also

her.

of the circumstances, Doris couldn’t reconcile the composed and remarkable woman before her

doesn’t seem like it!

is that

Doris, and she nearly blacked

She had never anticipated that

this can’t bel

the fourth

She recalled Mrs. Liebsig had rejected the opportunity to