The Wrong Woman

Chapter 150

The phone rang several times before a woman answered the call in Sunterlish, “Hello, who is this?”

Feeling very nervous, Suzanne took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. She replied in Sunterlish as well, “Hello, Mrs. Potter. Do you remember me?”

Emma Potter sounded surprised, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, “You… are you Inkwell?”

“Mrs. Potter, so you still remember my voice?” Suzanne felt relieved.

A few days ago, she found the number of the orphanage director. Inkwell had registered her social media account under the director

back then.

If Suzanne was Inkwell, they should have often talked over the pl previously, even if they had never met in person before. Today, was forced to take a gamble, but she didn’t expect to win the bet.

Suzanne was quite sure that she was Inkwell herself.

Emma’s voice choked up, “Of course I remember. Oh my goodness, it really is you! Inkwell, have you been well for the past three years? Where are you? Is everything going well in your life? You suddenly disappeared without a word. I thought something bad had happened

to you.”

by the content of their conversation

from Inkwell’s face as she stared at her assistant

turned ashen

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confusion.

I want to ask you. Why can’t I

password, and it’s not me who logged in to the account. What’s more, someone has stolen your account. She isn’t

money. What a despicable woman! I wanted to speak up for you, but I don’t

Thank you so much, Mrs. Potter. I will handle this myself.” After thanking the director, Suzanne ended the call and

on the official web the orphanage in Sunterland.

her guilty conscience, Inkwell retorted angril Your husband is the leader of the Norvanian military and has

amicably. However, this woman insisted on slandering the man whom she loved and admired the most. Suzanne

sharp glare on the woman claiming to be Inkwell and said coldly, “Stop with the act. The best proof of your identity is your real skill. Since we have invited so many lecturers

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if you show your skill by painting on

moment, Taylor and Wendy chimed in, “Exactly! Your talent is the best proof of your identity. Why don’t you show us your skill in front of all the reporters and experts right

and the household staff to bring in two long tables. They even had all

believed that their youngest daughter-in-law was the real Inkwell and acted quickly to defend

Florence turned to Suzanne with a warm smile and whispered softly, “Suzanne, do your best.”

that moment, Suzanne’s eyes welled up with tears as her hea moved