The Wrong Woman

Chapter 153

Nathan strolled over to Suzanne, captivated by her portrayal of his backyard on canvas. “I’m offering a hundred million for this

masterpiece. Any particular charity in mind?” he inquired with genuine interest.

Caught off guard, Suzanne hesitated before responding, “Any charity will do…”

Locking eyes with her, Nathan directed Cole. “Arrange a one hundred million donation to an educational institution in rural areas.”

While Cole hastened to carry out the order, Suzanne carefully rolled up her artwork and handed it to Nathan.

“On behalf of the institution, we express our deepest gratitude,” Suzanne stated earnestly.

As Nathan accepted the painting, his stern expression softened into smile.

Confused by the distant exchange, the onlookers couldn’t help but wonder about the true nature of Nathan and Suzanne’s relationship.

Meanwhile, the internet erupted with excitement over the breaking

news.

the acclaimed painter, had returned after three years to expose her imitator and auction her latest masterpiece for charity. The unexpected revelation sparked a global frenzy within the realms

firing questions. “Would you mind an interview, Ms. Inkwell? Are you a Sunteri or Norvanian?

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Morrison?”

you remain silent during the imposter’s reign? Can we expect more of your artwork

reporters encircled Suzanne and bombarded her with inquiries. Flustered, Suzanne instinctively retreated. Unbeknownst to her, the Morrisons watched the scene with a mix of emotions.

with Cole, who promptly instructed

took Suzanne’s hand and guided her discreetly through a side door, leaving

As you can see, Ms. Suzanne York is the real Inkwell.

clarification. Dumbfounded, the Morrisons struggled to maintain

chaos, Sally noticed Suzanne and Nathan’s disappearance and hurriedly left to search

garden, she found no trace of the

assign an idiot to impersonate Inkwell. That moron brought a knife to a gunfight and actually made a fool of herself

feared that her

handful of flowers and growled, “If I’d known you’d be such a nuisance, would’ve killed

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start.”

where blooming flowers filled the space. Carefully withdrawing her