The Wrong Woman

Chapter 152

As the assistant made a dash for the door, they were intercepted by Norvanian military soldiers. The lawyer quickly interjected, “We could sue you for defamation.”

However, the appraiser sneered in response. “Watch your own back. That woman has committed a crime.”

In a panic, the imposter fought her way through the crowd, attempting to flee. Onlookers observed her futile attempt to reach the exit before being apprehended by the waiting soldiers.

“What are you doing? Let go of me! I’m calling the police!” she

protested as she struggled against them.

“No need. We’ll take you there ourselves,” Cole retorted.

With that, the imposter and her assistant were escorted away in a technical vehicle and transported to the police.

Back in the hall, the remaining spectators were left with mixed

emotions.

In particular, Lindsey wore a somber expression at the unexpected revelation. Despite their initial reluctance, Duke and Layla begrudgingly acknowledged Suzanne as Inkwell.

dampened spirit, the internet buzzed with excitement. The return of the renowned Inkwell after a prolonged absence sparked fervor. Her latest masterpiece, “Spring Garden”, became highly coveted among art

set a price. Instead, she proposed, “Make a donation to

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hurriedly grabbed her arm

“Are you out of your mind? The painting you

under camera

vying for it.

or more! Don’t waste the money on charity. It’s not like

smile and remarked, “I suggest you donate the remaining funds after the art restoration,

that’s my money!” Wendy snapped back angrily.

because you’re family. Let’s not escalate this

Suzanne’s outward gentleness, her eyes betrayed a steely

she wasn’t devoid of moral After all, the paintings rightfully belonged to Suzanne.

the donation,” Wendy sensibly agreed, recognizing the potential benefits

in the hall grew impatient, eagerly shouting their bids. A reporter jumped into the fray, announcing, “Ms. York, the highest bid in my livestream stands at 5 million for

soaring to six million, then eight million, and eventually peaking at

stood in stunned silence. Even Layla, with her usual disdainful expression, covered her

plain painting,