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.

latest masterpiece for charity. The unexpected revelation sparked a global

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

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Morrison?”

did you remain silent during the imposter’s reign? Can we expect more of your artwork in the future?” another reporter

reporters encircled Suzanne and bombarded her with inquiries. Flustered, Suzanne instinctively retreated. Unbeknownst to her, the

who promptly instructed the soldiers to usher

hand and guided her discreetly through a side door, leaving Cole to

As you can see, Ms. Suzanne York is the real Inkwell. However, now isn’t the

the reporters turned their atter to the Morrisons for clarification. Dumbfounded, the Morrisons struggled to maintain composure while concealing their

noticed Suzanne and Nathan’s disappearance and hurriedly left to search for

found no trace of the pair. Frustrated,

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

happened again, Sally feared that her true identity might soon be

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

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start.”

the greenhouse, where blooming flowers filled the space. Carefully withdrawing her hand, Suzanne