Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 157: Onyx stood frozen, caught off guard by the relentless barrage of questions.

Beads of cold sweat gathered at his temples, trickling down his face.

I just forgot, okay? he stammered in a panic, his voice faltering as his eyes darted around the room for an escape.

The comic has tons of pages! Theres no way I can keep track of it all… But his excuse fell flat, hanging awkwardly in the tense air.

It was clear to everyone that his words were hollow.

The audience knew better they understood that every comic was painstakingly crafted, each stroke of the pen a product of the artists dedication.

Forgetting an illustration might have been believable, but the theme? The very essence of the story? That was unforgivable! This guys spouting nonsense, throwing out accusations without proof! Onyx shouted desperately.

Why dont you get him out of here? He frantically signaled to the security personnel, but the crowd wasnt having it.

The reporters surged forward, cameras flashing and microphones thrust in his face, as though they had been waiting for this very moment to unravel him.

Even some fans in the crowd began murmuring uneasily.

I remember thinking it was a printing error at first, one of them said, frowning.

The chapter was supposed to be about friendship, but the title was all about shallow romance.

But how come Onyx doesnt remember anything about it? Another nodded in agreement.

That young man has a point.

The later chapters felt completely out of sync with the earlier ones.

I thought maybe Onyx was exhausted and rushed through it.

The theme of a comic is its soul, someone else muttered, brows furrowed in thought.

No creator would just forget about his own comics soul, right? They had all loved the comic, and by extension, admired the artist who had brought their favorite characters to life.

But now, hearing Onyxs shaky excuses, they sensed that something was off, doubt beginning to seep in.

Mr.

out firmly, youd better explain

is to just draw

something

for yourself in the comic world? If so, then whos the real

offer a solid explanation today, his career would be ruined, his future hanging

locking eyes with Onyx as he continued to

from the upcoming plot? Itd prove

quickly pushed

over the discarded drafts yesterday; there was no way

been copying peoples work for years his skill at imitation had become second

at this point? Fine, Ill do it, Onyx said, letting out

Ive been sick

if there are any flaws,

tried to sound humble, but inwardly, he

perfecting the art of mimicry, he was confident the result would still look convincing at the very least, an 80%

him, Onyx picked

but he willed

hovered over the blank page, something

an editor, Onyx

a distant memory; fame and

he hired people to draw for him, so he barely picked

the moment his pencil touched the

finished the drawing, he was drenched

with a discerning eye could see the glaring

shifted uncomfortably beside

but with all eyes on them,

and his hand isnt steady, she explained,

always hated drawing in

fact that he managed this much under pressure, and that it still resembles the original, proves he must be the real creator!

artwork indeed looked like a clumsy

rough handling of details still met the basic expectations of

and being too

it was only a matter

observant fans began to step

a tough, independent woman, but in this version, she looks like