The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 349

Jeffrey could feel the whispers of the crowd beginning to swirl around him. His face visibly paled.

He turned to Vivienne with a hint of desperation in his voice, “You’re accusing me of plagiarism just based on a paint? That’s a pretty wild assumption, don’t you think?”

His words were hollow and fraught with quilt.

Because he had plagiarized another painting indeed

He first saw it during his trip to the Mirelia Continent, displayed in a renowned local art gallery. He had wanted to purchase it but was informed t wasn’t for sale and would only be on display for three days

So, he took a photo of it and, upon his return, recreated it for his own gallery exhibition

He never imagined Vivienne would discover his deceit

Wasn’t she raised within the mountain and seldom venturing out? And she had only recently returned to the Brooks family How could she possibly know”

Vivienne raised her eyes, her expression was impassive. “The painting is called Recollections It was the artist’s tribute to her mother. The bracelet worn by the woman in the painting, even her attire, were all personally chosen by the artist for her mother And this painting was only ever displayed overseas. It’s not for sale!”

Her eyes narrowed and a sharp arrow of accusation shot out, “When you decided to copy it, did you ever consider whether or not you could handle the consequences if the original artist found out?”

Her aura changed suddenly and exuded a palpable sense of danger

The painting was her tribute to her mother

It was the memory of her mother’s silhouette that had left the deepest impression on her

Her mother had taken her shopping for the first time since they had gone into hiding She had bought Vivienne numerous items but had bought nothing for herself

Vivienne had admired the bracelet and thought it sulted her mother’s elegant bearing. She had lied, saying that she loved seeing her

it Only then had her mother agreed to buy it

The outfit her mother was wearing was also bought at Vivienne’s insistence.

That day, watching her mother’s retreating figure as she went to pay the bill, Vivienne felt it was the happiest day of her life

But that evening, her mother committed suicide by poisoning herself

was wearing the outfit and the bracelet

Emerald Mountain monastery. Vivienne would often recall that moment and sketch it. The

had to leave Emerald Mountain, she left the painting

monastery that day, had seen

to display the painting in their galleries

times but finally agreed when an offer she couldn’t

was only displayed for three days

taken down

took a step back and thed to defend himself. “You’ve got al your facts straight, but who a the

eyes cold. ‘Her name

someone in the

artist Many countries have invited her to paint but she

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collect her art

hadn’t expected Virenne to know

the artists name

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stubbornly refused to adine

the National Aut Glory or price

in

never just appear in

family, a mere debutante.

as a slow smile spread across her face. “During my time in the mountain, I dabbled in painting and took

was stunned

Eulalia was Vivienne?

that be possible”

yet. How could

a coincidence indeed Jeffrey scoffed “But I would advise you to choose a different name I understand your desire for fame, but Eulalia’s name isn’t

Vivienne replied, her voice indifferent. She picked up

a respectful voice on the other end greeted her. “Miss Eulalia, what a

The moment the voice was

Jeffrey was

belonged to the secretary to the director of the

dreamed of having their work displayed in the National Art Gallery, having a painting there would instantly skyrocket their fame