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

the outfit and the bracelet that Vivienne had

recall that moment

Mountain, she left the

monastery that day, had

looking for her wanting to

finally agreed when an offer she couldn’t refuse was

result, it was only displayed for

taken down

a the (anginal

him, her eyes cold. ‘Her name

in the crowd

countries have invited her to paint but she has abraço decret

Eulalia’s paintings have a wout her works start at a svadinas at even the aegi who

collect her art

was taken aback. He hadn’t expected

artists

spoke up agam. “So you say it’s Balaka, and we shimolitpur tang sou malo kayane kinders ter paintings, are auctioned off by the National Art Gitary if it’s really her work, han

to adine

were at the National Aut Glory or

in

just appear in the open!

Brooks family, a

face. “During my time in the mountain, I dabbled in painting and took

the room was stunned on hearing that

Eulalia was Vivienne?

that

even twenty yet. How could she create such

coincidence indeed Jeffrey scoffed “But I would advise you to choose a different name I understand your desire for fame, but Eulalia’s name

voice indifferent. She picked up her phone and dialed a

other end greeted her.

call to speakerphone. The moment the voice was heard, a hush

Jeffrey was stunned

the secretary to the director of the National

dreamed of having their work displayed in the National Art Gallery, having