The Wrong Woman

Chapter 44

Suzanne could only look at Nathan helplessly. Confusion and uneasiness filled her beautiful eyes.

Nathan felt as though his heart had melted into a puddle. Never did he realize that Suzanne’s helpless and vulnerable gaze would leave such a huge impact on him.

He walked over to Suzanne and leaned in to murmur into her ear.”

Suzanne, all the guests here are our friends and family. To tell you the truth, no one cares about the authenticity of famous paintings or your skill level.

“This is just an event that’s thrown in to please Grandma. It’s fine as long as you show her how much you care for her. Everything else doesn’t matter, so you don’t have to care about it. Just paint whatever

you want.”

Nathan’s words reassured Suzanne greatly.

He continued, “Do you know how to imitate paintings?”

Suzanne replied, albeit in an uncertain manner, “Yeah, I guess. It’s easy to imitate other paintings.”

Nathan said reassuringly, “Then, you can imitate one of Inkwell’s paintings. The painting before us is an imitation, anyway.”

Suzanne knew that she had to do it no matter what. Left without a choice, she picked up a paintbrush and dipped it in the ink pot.

Her other hand slowly glided across the paper, moving to and fro three times in a row. She caressed the paper gently and carefully.

At that moment, someone piped up, “She even imitated Inkwell’s habit during the preparation stage. It seems that she’s planning on

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imitating Inkwell’s artwork.”

looked forward to seeing a wonderful performance. Others giddily waited

guests who weren’t interested in the performance at all. They continued

beautiful piano music continued interweaving with the

a good, long look at “An Ole to Fall”. Then, she put her paintbrush on paper without

stroke, those who had experience in painting were instantly astonished by her

were firm and controlled. She knew exactly where to paint, so

painting. It was as though she had

stroke

gradually immersed herself in the process, leading to her

were shocked by the emergence of a masterpiece. Some of them even rubbed their eyes as they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

people even found Suzanne’s

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account on a streaming platform she frequented. Then,

Suzanne had already gone into a self-induced trance. She had no

the side silently,

looked even more dazzling when she was

on painting.

had a unique flair in her charm. Those who laid their eyes on her could never

surprise, “Holy shit! She’s Inkwell!”

made the connection as well! No one can fully replicate every detail of

look at this video! Both Inkwell and Mrs. Horrison have a small mole on the back of

painting styles are the

claim that she’s no longer alive. That’s why the value of

meet Inkwell in person. What’s more shocking