The Wrong Woman

Chapter 45

“I’m so lucky to be able to meet you while I’m still alive, Inkwell! You’re my favorite artist!”

“It turns out that you really are a young woman, Inkwell! I used to watch your painting videos. When I saw your dainty hands, I figured that you must be a woman.

“But your artwork depicts the determination and grit commonly found in ambitious, men. All of your paintings are so majestic that I can’t help but marvel in awe.”

“Your ink wash paintings are extremely poetic and breathtaking.

There are so many elements and hidden meanings in your artwork. really, really like them.”

Suzanne was disoriented from the things she had just heard. She could only stay rooted to the spot, shell-shocked, as she was unable to register what was going on.

Vera, on the other hand, had already teared up from how emotional she was. She knew from the start that Suzanne was extremely

talented.

However, she didn’t realize that Suzanne was actually a famous painter who had never revealed her identity before.

Meanwhile, Sally was so pissed that her expression had gone thunderous. She initially wanted to embarrass Suzanne in public, but she never expected Suzanne to possess such a wondrous identity.

Her actions had inadvertently helped Suzanne in showing off and shocking everyone with her talent.

The Morrisons were also astonished by what had just happened.

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could barely

Cole approached Nathan and handed him a phone respectfully. Nathan

seen in the video. The background consisted of a piece of white paper, a paintbrush,

paper three times out of habit. After that, she started painting.

Morrison is

tone, “I want you to investigate this account, including the company managing this account as well as the user who registered for this

before leaving

words, Suzanne finally found out about the truth. She dared not admit nor deny her alias as Inkwell simply because she couldn’t remember

was until she watched a video played on a phone that was handed to her by a random

might mistake Inkwell’s hands

She looked at them every day, after all. There was no way she’d

she was most likely the painter

and movements mirrored hers whenever she

painted.

gaze at Vera in confusion, noting the excitement dancing in Vera’s

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back to face Nathan. He still wore

and impassive expression. He looked like he was deep in

murmured among themselves, clearly displeased at

she supposed to be a sex worker? How could she be an artist? If her paintings can be sold

of her fame. A company must have made her famous by branding her as a charitable person. This must be her method of earning

painter,” Cheryl retorted. “A person that talented won’t need to resort to selling her body for

was rendered

shock. “Darling, could this