Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 321

As Olivia and her group departed, Winona cast a gaze at the figures in front of her. She quietly lowered her eyes, and her glance was brimming with animosity.

Clarissa trembled slightly. Summoning her courage, she spoke, “Why bother comparing to her previous accomplishments? If she is capable, demonstrate it here and now. After all, Sketcher hasn’t touched a brush in years. Maybe she’s lost her touch and can’t even produce a complete painting anymore.”

Her words resonated with many present. The art of painting was akin to navigating against a flowing river; if one didn’t progress, they regressed. Observing how Olivia had dedicated herself to various endeavors for many years, conducting research and building connections with the wealthiest individuals, it was apparent that she had very little time for painting.

“Her present abilities might not even measure up to those of the examination candidates,” thought they. Even though everyone held this sentiment, they refrained from vocalizing it. Expressing such thoughts would be quite impolite, but it did bring a sense of relief to many.

Ozymandias didn’t depart. He remained in his position. Upon hearing Clarissa’s comments, he huffed, “You should be thankful that Olivia is showcasing her previous work. If she were to create one right now, your Ms. Manson might not even measure up to her.”

“Nonsense!” Clarissa couldn’t accept his statement. “Olivia hasn’t painted for many years. How could she have improved? Winona has been dedicated to the art world. Both at home and abroad, she has garnered recognition.”

Some individuals who believed they were impartial nodded in accord with Clarissa. They believed Ozymandias’s words were unfounded. “Ozymandias, we understand your loyalty to your elder sister, but you should substantiate your claims. You’re a budding artist with a degree of renown yourself. How can you utter baseless remarks?

“This could lead students to misinterpret and assume they can enhance their skills without diligent study and practice. Such thinking is misguided,” they added.

“Exactly! You mustn’t entertain such notions. It’s okay to favor Olivia, but making baseless claims is unacceptable.” The sentiment was echoed by the group, with many feeling Ozymandias’s comments had gone too far.

Sketcher was unquestionably exceptional in the past and produced a series of remarkable pieces, but that was five to six years ago.

After so many years without wielding a paintbrush and producing any new artwork, merely maintaining his prior level was an accomplishment in itself. How could he have possibly improved? Some even saw this as an attempt to diminish Winona’s talent.

It was excessive!

“That’s your perspective,” Ozymandias maintained a stoic expression. “I concede that art benefits from ongoing practice, but who decrees that you can’t make progress outside this field? On what grounds do you pass judgment on Olivia based on your personal beliefs? Just because you haven’t improved doesn’t imply that she won’t.”

Someone, clearly incensed, retorted, “You’re all talk. If she has got the skills, prove it with her artwork.” Upon Mrs. Liebsig’s return from bidding farewell to Olivia, she could already hear a tumultuous clamor from inside the building before stepping through the entrance.

She furrowed her brow and gently pushed the door open, inquiring, “What’s all the arguing about?” Mrs. Liebsig held a distinguished reputation. While she held a special regard for her disciples, she had consistently maintained fairness and objectivity when dealing with others.

Shortly after, someone approached Mrs. Liebsig and expressed a complaint about Ozymandias. “Mrs. Liebsig, Ozymandias was excessively boasting earlier. He asserted that Olivia’s art has remarkably improved, and Ms. Manson can’t even compare to her.”

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Mrs. Liebsig fell silent.

Observing this, the individual who had filed the complaint cast a smug glance in Ozymandias’s direction and thought to themselves, “Just wait to face the criticism.”

Ultimately, Mrs. Liebsig’s subsequent statement was, “Indeed, that’s not far from the truth. Olivia’s artistic skills have shown remarkable progress. I would estimate that Ms. Manson’s abilities are perhaps only about 50% of Olivia’s.”

speaking, an astonished hush fell

was left dumbfounded. He gazed at Mrs. Liebsig in

Liebsig chuckled. “When it comes to Olivia’s artistry, it may not be distinguished compared to other works with strong artistic conceptions. However, Winona is learning

she lifted her chin and motioned to

no harm in everyone having a look. It’s a valuable opportunity for me to expand my knowledge.” Ozymandias’s steps were swift,

examine the portrait, and

a moment, someone suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, did you all notice? Mrs. Liebsig is smiling at me

smiling.

me with interest.”

when viewed from different angles. This technique was

among everyone for a considerable duration.

blow. Once Mrs. Liebsig came back, Ozymandias assisted her into the car and grumbled, “Mrs. Liebsig, why didn’t you

had been delivered just a few days ago. In it, everyone’s expressions were unique, each lost in their own thoughts. Every single

sighed. “The tallest tree in the forest eventually gets cut down. Olivia has other priorities. There’s

this statement. He just couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret. “Olivia was

radiated a melancholic aura. Prior to viewing Mrs. Liebsig’s portrait, she had been harboring some discontent and disdain towards Olivia, tinged with a subtle hint of jealousy. However, after seeing it, all she could feel was a profound sense of despair. There was no room

her, but that didn’t stop her from

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and was perpetually inferior to her jealousy couldn’t find a

admiration and a sense of powerlessnesa

be!” Winona found it unbelievable. “Olivia was still so young. How could she possess

truly exist such a prodigy in the world!”

attentively, refraining from speaking too

head. Tm alright”

somewhat fatigued and wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Waving her hand, she leaned back against the

in the retreated to a

face displayed a

noticed Clara a unual reaction. She opened her eyes

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disappeared! It’s been a well–guarded secret, and I’ve been unable to uncover any information But, right after Mr. Sullivan a return from his disappearance, there was a numer that

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it became clear that Miss Turner is privy to where Mr.

Winona exclaimed in excitement, sitting

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