Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 320

You truly have no sense of self–awareness!” Ozymandias sneered. He proceeded to the wall directly in front of him and removed the painting hanging there. Observing his brusque behavior, Winona instinctively furrowed her brow and inquired in a hushed tone, “Why are you taking down the Sketcher’s painting?” Vice–President Milton likewise appeared distressed. “Handle it more delicately, more delicately. There’s only one work by Sketcher in this art gallery. It was quite a hassle for me to secure it on loan.”

This art gallery was owned by the Milton family.

The painting was delivered to Olivia’s side. Olivia lowered her gaze to study the artwork, then raised her eyes and declared impassively, “I won’t be lending it to you at the moment.”

While speaking, she raised a hand and claimed the painting. Placing it nonchalantly on the table, she remarked casually, “I’ll auction this piece.” The moment she concluded her statement, the room abruptly hushed, resembling a tomb in its stillness.

Summned, everyone in the room was left speechless, their voices seemingly deserting them.

Winona was the first to recover, her eyes widening in astonishment. She fixed her gaze on Olivia Taylor and exclaimed, “You’re Sketcher!”

Before Olivia could respond, Ozymandias interjected with a flabbergasted expression. “You people, do you even possess a single functioning brain cell? All this time, Sketcher has been contributing paintings through my master, Mrs. Liebsig. This style of painting is clearly not my master’s work. Furthermore, she has six disciples, and every one of them has their own renowned creations. Even if you engage your lowest cognitive faculties, you should have deduced that Sketcher is Olivia!”

“No, this can’t be real,” Winona muttered, her expression dazed. Reflecting on her previous boast about her 60% Sketcher’s level, she felt an overwhelming urge to find a place to hide.

She ruminated, “This is humiliating, utterly humiliating!

“I can’t even bring myself to face anyone!”

Winona had shed her previous arrogance and now sat huddled on the sidelines, her countenance riddled with remorse.

Vice–President Milton remained composed. He wore a perplexed expression as he regarded Olivia. “Given that you’re Sketcher, why didn’t you disclose your true identity sooner? Why keep it concealed?”

Mrs. Liebsig positioned herself protectively in front of Olivia. With a gentle smile,

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she gazed up at Vice–President Milton and clarified. “My disciple felt she wasn’t a proficient artist. She was concerned about humiliating herself, which is why she concealed her identity

Upon hearing these words, everyone in the room exhibited a wide range of indescribable expressions.

expertise, she still claimed that her drawing skills were subpar. In that case, what were we even painting?

now tinged with seriousness. “Since when has the Painting Association

Must my disciple be subjected to ridicule and exclusion

deplorable atmosphere is this?”

more palpable. “If Olivia hadn’t disclosed her role as Sketcher today, would you still be so reluctant to move on?! The initial purpose of the Painting Association was to foster artistic creation and theoretical exploration. It

this any longer. Each of you, take some time to introspect.” Mrs. Liebsig had remained silent until now, carefully observing everyone’s reactions. Throughout her tenure, the Painting Association had made steady progress under her guidance. She had believed that selecting talented members was of utmost

arrived for

apology, “Olivia, it’s my responsibility. I never anticipated Winona’s extreme and intolerant stance. She’s a gifted and hardworking young woman, and she greatly admires your work. I had hoped that introducing you to her would lead to a valuable friendship, but I didn’t foresee…”

Mrs. Liebsig, nearly consuming her

others, as the president, she couldn’t

once frigid, had transformed into one of deep admiration. “I should be the one apologizing.

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Billionares Missing Darling

this

else should I safeguard? If you ever think you’ve disappointed me, just

for a moment

without the opportunity. Finally, in a tone of despair, she managed to murmur, “No, no, I can’t draw anymore.”

“What happened?”

Everyone asked.

suffered from tendon injuries, and I can’t maintain

those words, she closed her

aspiring to become a renowned artist and host

as Bettany was anticipating the remorseful sighs of those around her, a gentle hand covered her

Olivia checked Bettany’s pulse and applied

“What the hell?

Olivia just

intense that it felt as

gaze on Olivia. “Olivia, what did you just

couldn’t bear to see her like this any longer and

disheartened. Miss Taylor mentioned it can