Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde -
Chapter 311-320
Chapter 311
After waiting for a while, there was no reply from Daniel.
Winona was a little disappointed.
However, she quickly perked up and sent the photo to Rose, the chairman of the Painting Association.
Rose was an internationally renowned oil painting master with far–reaching influence. When Winona was young, she even wanted Rose to be her teacher. Rose also liked Winona’s painting talent very much. She had originally said that she would take her in as her student after testing her. Unfortunately, Rose ran to Layfield the next day.
After that, there was no news from her. Rose never mentioned taking her in as a student again.
After sending the photo over, Winona dialed a number and said respectfully and modestly, “Mrs. Liebsig, I don’t know if you are busy. Sorry to disturb you.” Rose was almost 70 years old this year, but her body was still very strong, and her words were full of energy.
“It is not considered disturbing when it comes to painting.” Rose went on to praise Winona. “Your skills have improved, Winona, and you have captured the emotions very well. Impressive.”
Winona said modestly, “I still have much to learn.”
Rose sighed and shook her head. “It’s already rare for someone of your age to have such outstanding skills. I’ve lived for so long and seen countless children. with talent in painting. There are only two who have such skills.”
This was an incredible praise.
Rose had been famous internationally for a long time, and her prestige was extremely high. No matter where she went, she would be respectfully called a master. Being praised by her like this, even Winona, who was always level–headed, couldn’t help but be excited.
After stabilizing her trembling voice, Winona said, “Mrs. Liebsig, you’re too kind. But I’m very curious.
Who is the other one?”
“You know who it is.” Rose’s tone became more amiable. “It’s Sketcher.”
Sketcher was not a real name. She was a genius painter who appeared out of nowhere a few years ago. H
oil painting technique was the pinnacle. She had only painted a few paintings and had not even shown her face. No one knew what she looked like or what her name was.
However, her appearance had an epoch–making significance and far–reaching impact.
There were very few people who studied techniques too much in traditional oil sume they were all didamind of i
However Sketcher was extremely addicted to this and flaunted her skills crazily.
sally the highest evaluation of paturing techniques was like a photo, but skva dur a hangost this evaluation she gave her paintings a dynamic feeling. Now that Nok like a photo, but it also looked alive.
NBA work was a huge tiger. It was so realistic and dynamic that it Bightened everyone who came to see it. Even some painters who had been asons in the painting world for a long time were shocked by her paintings. I was really too realistic, just like a real tiger. The use of color and the coordination of light and shadow were simply to the point of perfection. Just as the oil painting world thought that they would welcome a rising star, Sketcher gave up on painting. She said that her painting was emotionless and could not be considered a famous painting. She said that she was just sketching. That was also the origin of her name.
However, just because Sketcher said that she was a sketcher did not mean that she was really one
Her expansion and innovation in oil painting techniques were of great significance and had a huge impact on the entire painting world.
All these years. Winona had somewhat imitated what Sketcher was doing, wanting to become the second Sketcher.
Now that she heard Rose say that her techniques could be compared to Sketcher’s, Winona was so excited that she was incoherent. “Mrs. Liebsig, is what you said true? Can my techniques really be compared to her?”
Winona clutched her chest. She needed to take a deep breath.
Hearing Winona so excited, Rose smiled. “You already have 60% of her ability.” After saying that, Rose suddenly smiled and said in a mysterious tone, “I have good news
What good news?” Winona was curious.
Rose told her. “In this internal competition of the Painting Association, Sketcher will appear. She has already promised to be one of the judges that day.” “Really?” Winona was so excited that she kept spinning in circles.
“Yes, it’s true. Rose nodded. “When she comes over, I’ll introduce you to her. You’re about the same age and are both beautiful. You might become good. friends.
The more Rose spoke, the more she felt that this possibility was high.
Olivia’s personality was really similar to Winona’s. They were both a little cold, and they both pursued techniques. Perhaps they would become good friends.
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After banging up the call. Winona held the phone and was in a daze. The upturned corners of her mouth never came down.
Thinking that she would soon get to know her idol, Sketcher, Winona was overjoyed.
She didn’t even notice Daniel’s reply to her message.
After a long time, she finally saw the message Daniel had sent her.
Seeing the notification on the phone screen, Winona’s heart raced as though she was on a roller coaster. Sweetness spread through her.
She quickly unlocked her phone and opened WhatsApp. The first thing she saw was the message.
[Not bad, but not as good as my wife’s.]
Winona pursed her lips and didn’t reply.
At the Grant family’s residence, Alexander pushed the pile of information away angrily and rubbed his temples with a frustrated expression.
Damian picked up the folders on the ground one by one and placed them on the desk.
Alexander looked up and his gaze landed on the folders. There was a hint of hostility in his eyes.
He had already flipped through all the information and looked at every photo, but he could not find the girl in the go
gown.
After so many years. Alexander had long forgotten what the girl looked like. He only remembered that she was wearing a gown. However, among the information gathered by Damian, no girl was wearing a gown.
Moreover, because it had been so long, these photos had already turned yellow and blurry. It was impossible to see the people clearly.
Alexander flipped through every photo carefully. Unfortunately, he could not find any familiarity in these old photos.
Damian comforted him. “Mr. Alexander, if you are fated with the girl, you will meet her sooner or later.”
Alexander rested his slender arm on the table, revealing a few diamond cuffs that reflected the sunlight outside the window. They were dazzling and eye–catching.
He pursed his lips and his expression was cold. “Let’s put this matter aside for
now.”
Damian nodded and placed the three photos in front of Alexander. He said in a low voice, “Mr. Alexander, the First Elder and the others are urging you to choose. your wife as soon as possible.”
Impatience flashed in Alexander’s eyes. He glanced at the three photos casually, When his gaze landed on Olivia’s face, he suddenly paused.
He thought of that night, of the smart and quick–witted woman, of the softness when he was pressed against her.
A smile appeared in Alexander’s eyes. He raised his hand to hold the photo of Olivia. He said in a low voice, “Let’s settle on her first.”
Damian understood what he meant. Alexander meant to spend some time with Olivia first. If there was no problem between them, it would be Olivia.
He took the photo and gave it to the First Elder.
The First Elder looked at the photo and narrowed his eyes. His expression was calm, making it impossible to tell his emotions. “Then let him interact with Ms. Taylor first.”
Zelen was also at the side. After Damian left, her expression immediately
darkened. She was unhappy. “Why is it her again? Aren’t there two others? Why must Mr. Alexander choose her?”
Shut up.” The First Elder raised his eyes and swept a glance at Zelen. His
expression was displeased. “Is Mr. Alexander someone you can complain about?”
Zelen lowered her head. “I was wrong. I just felt that it would be letting Olivia off too easily.”
The First Elder sighed. “The girl is quite capable, but she’s too unruly. She still needs to be tested further.”
As he spoke, the First Elder looked at Zelen. “Go over to Tom and watch over him. Tell him to be gentler with his methods. Bring back the control of the Smith amily and teach Olivia a lesson. Don’t go overboard.”
Got it,” Zelen said reluctantly.
his turn of events really let her off too easily!
Olivia’s life was really good. She was actually chosen by Alexander. Who knew just. ow many good deeds she had done in her previous life to be so fortunate in this
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Chapter 312
Although the internal competition of the Painting Association was low–key, it was really not low profile at all.
Professional media had already followed up on it, and the news spread
throughout the circle.
However, to the public, it was a little low–key. There was nothing about it on
Twitter at all.
Only some highly professional forums were discussing this matter.
The venue of the competition was set at a very famous art gallery in Evervale. For the competition of the Painting Association, the art gallery would not be open for the next few days.
The candidates who participated in the competition gradually arrived and were waiting in the waiting room on the second floor.
Doris was among them.
She was very nervous. She sat at the back of the waiting room and lowered her head to listen to the people in front of her
A man and a woman were sitting in front and chatting.
“There are really many experts in this competition! I almost didn’t pass,” the girl said with lingering fear.
The competition was divided into two rounds. The first round was the
preliminary round. After submitting their work, they would wait to be notified. Only after passing the preliminary round could one participate in the second round.
The second round was difficult. It required painting on the spot, which tested one’s ability to be innovative there and then.
“Even you almost didn’t pass?” The boy was shocked. He was not even as good as a girl.
The girl nodded. “My aunt is from the Painting Association. She told me that there were a total of 100 participants this time. About 30 people have passed the preliminary round. Some people have to be filtered out in the second round. In the end, there would only be about ten left.”
“Jesus.” The boy put his hand to his forehead. “I’m sure I won’t pass the second round.”
“Even if you pass the second round, you may not be chosen by the teachers.” The girl also felt that it was very difficult. Even if she passed the second round at the end, she still had to see if she caught the teacher’s eye. If she were not chosen by any teacher and taken in as a student, it would be a waste of effort.
As the two of them were talking, the girl suddenly looked at the door.
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“What’s wrong?” the boy asked curiously.
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The girl pointed out of the window and said excitedly. “Do you see that? That‘ Mr. Murphy, the seventh student of Mrs. Liebsig, the chairman of the Painting
Association.”
“Ozymandias Murphy?” The boy was stunned for a moment. Then he became even more excited. “I know him. He just won an international award. He’s an amazing youth painter.”
“Yes, yes.” The girl nodded heavily. “Next to Mr. Murphy is Mrs. Liebsig’s sixth student, Ms. Jeanne Weaver. Oh my god, why are they all here? Aren’t they on the third floor? Why did they come to the examination hall on the second floor?” The boy stood up and looked outside. He guessed, “They should be picking someone up. Hmm… They’re getting off the elevator!”
The girl patted her chest. “What kind of big shot is it to actually trouble two of Mrs. Liebsig’s students to go together?”
Doris sat behind the two of them and listened to their conversation.
The two people they were talking about were all big shots. Doris could only dream of becoming their student.
There was still some time before the competition. Doris hesitated for a moment. before finally getting up and running towards the door.
She was going over to try her luck.
Doris did not take the elevator. Instead, she ran up the stairs and soon arrived at the lobby on the first floor.
She looked around for Jeanne and Ozymandias.
However, she did not find either of them. Instead, she saw a familiar figure.
It was Olivia! Her fake sister!
Why was she here?
Doris was shocked. After thinking for a moment, she quickly thought of a possibility.
The fact that Gillian could give her a spot in the internal competition of the Painting Association and that Olivia had also given Bethany a spot meant that both Gillian and Olivia were members of the Painting Association.
It was probably because the two of them had some discord that Gillian brought Olivia to their house.
This matter was all done by Gillian, their family would at most earn a little. money. They had no grudge against Olivia.
However, it was inevitable that people would take their anger out on others. Who knew if Olivia would take her anger out on her because of this?
What if Olivia took her anger out on her and tampered with the second round.
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ruining her hard–won opportunity?
It had not been easy for Doris to get to where she was today. She had even done something against her conscience
She could not let Olivia ruin everything she had worked so hard to build. Olivia could not stay here today!
Thinking of this, Doris gritted her teeth and rushed out.
Before she could reach Olivia, she was stopped by the man behind her.
Doris could not care less. She looked over and said. “Olivia, it’s me, Doris. Do you still remember?”
Olivia turned around and slowly looked up at her.
Her gaze was cold and clear, like an extremely cold spring water deep underground.
Doris’s heart skipped a beat.
She subconsciously took a step back and suddenly lowered her head, not daring to look at Olivia.
How strange. They were clearly the same person and had the same appearance, but why did it feel completely different?
The feeling Olivia gave her in the past was gentle and natural, like a breeze blowing gently on her face. It was extremely comfortable to be near her. However, the woman in front of her exuded an indescribable calmness and magnanimity. It was as though Olivia only needed to look at her, and all her thoughts would be exposed in front of her.
“It’s you.” Olivia recognized the girl in front of her. When she was hypnotized by Ernesto, Gillian found her a fake sister.
“Are you here for the second round of the Painting Association competition?” Olivia asked.
Doris nodded hurriedly.
“Then you’ve improved a lot during this period of time. Olivia remembered Doris’s painting. It was mediocre and lacked a little spirituality. With her level, it was impossible for her to pass the preliminary round and enter the second round. Upon hearing this, panic flashed across Doris’s eyes. She dug her nails into her palms and barely managed to calm herself down.
Olivia’s aura was too strong. She could not control her body from trembling. If it were not for the fact that her future was at stake, her legs would have gone weak. “Olivia, I–I have something important to tell you.” Doris trembled.
“Tell me,” Olivia said indifferently.
Doris gulped. “Can we go somewhere else? There are so many people coming and going here. It’s not convenient.”
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Olivia glanced at her indifferently and did not say anything. Doris’s body instantly stiffened. She felt that her thoughts had been discovered. Doris gritted her teeth and said, “It’s about Bethany. Something happened to her.” Upon hearing this, Olivia suddenly looked up with extreme iciness in her eyes. She turned around and walked to the lounge beside her. Her tone was calm. “Come over here.
When they arrived at the lounge, Doris’s body relaxed a little, but her mind was still tense. She stammered as she recounted Bethany’s matter. “After you left, there was a fire in Bethany’s house. Everything in the house was burned, and Bethany also disappeared.
I thought that she had gone somewhere else, so I didn’t take it to heart. However, half a month later, I suddenly received a call from her. She was terrified on the phone and cried for me to save her. I was about to ask her about her situation, but before I could speak, she hung up.
“After that, I called back a few more times, but I couldn’t get through.”
After saying that, Doris took out her phone and found a number. She handed it over. “Look. This is the number.”
Tyson glanced at it and memorized the number. Then, he took out his phone and dialed it.
The phone rang twice before it was picked up.
It was a middle–aged female voice. “Hello, this is the Dillon Manor. May I know. who you are?”
Tyson said in a low voice, “Hello, I’m looking for Bethany Fulham.”
Hearing the words “Bethany Fulham“, the middle–aged female voice’s tone suddenly changed from being easy–going to being vigilant and careful. “Who are you? Why are you looking for Bethany?”
Tyson said, “I’m her friend.”
“Friend?” The middle–aged woman’s tone turned completely cold. “I’m warning you, don’t call again, and don’t look for Bethany. If you continue to be a busybody, you’ll be courting death!”
With that, she hung up the phone.
Tyson turned to Olivia and said in a low voice, “Miss Taylor, the attitude of the caller is not right. Something might happen to Miss Fulham.”
Olivia immediately turned around and walked out. “Let’s go.”
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When they got into the car, Olivia asked Elena, “When does the competition
start?”
Elena was very professional and immediately said, “The competition starts at 9 o’clock and ends at 11 o’clock. After that, it’s time for the judges to comment. You’re a specially invited judge. You don’t have to review every piece of work. You just need to comment on the final 10 pieces of work. According to the practice of the previous competitions, the specially invited judge will comment at around 2 p.m.”
Olivia nodded and said decisively, “Go reply that I’ll be there by 1:30 p.m.”
At the entrance of the art gallery, seeing Olivia leave with her own eyes, Doris patted her chest and heaved a long sigh of relief.
She was finally gone!
Although Doris did not know who Olivia was, the fact that Olivia could come to the art gallery today meant that she was related to the Painting Association. She assumed that Olivia was either a member of the Painting Association or an assistant of the association.
Doris calculated the time in her heart. The ten works that were selected would be announced at two in the afternoon. After that, it would be time for the specially invited judges to comment on them.
When it was two o’clock, the outcome would be set. Even if Olivia did not like her, it would not change the outcome.
Moreover, Olivia might just be a nobody in the Painting Association. She might not even have a say
Doris was strengthless. She took the elevator upstairs. When she reached the door, she bumped into the girl sitting in front of her. Her aunt was a member of the Painting Association.
Seeing this, Doris went over enthusiastically and took the girl’s arm, inquiring about something.
“A twenty–four or twenty–five–year–old girl?” The girl frowned. “I don’t think so. The youngest female member of the Painting Association is Jeanne. There’s no one younger than her.”
“Oh.” Doris was overjoyed. However, to be safe, she asked again, “What about people around the same age? Any assistants?”
“No.” The girl said, shaking her head, “The threshold for joining the Painting Association is rather high. How can there be so many young people?”
Hearing this, Doris was completely relieved.
It turned out that Olivia was nothing. Doris thought that she was some big shot. It
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turned out to be a false alarm.
At the Dillon family.
After the servant, Linda Wale, hung up the phone, she thought about it and felt uneasy, so she reported this matter to Eudora Dillon.
“Madam, someone just called and asked to speak to Ms. Fulham.”
“It’s still that Doris?” Eudora frowned. “She just won’t give me a break.”
“No, no.” Linda hurriedly shook her head and said. “It’s not Doris. It’s a man.”
A man?
Eudora pondered for a moment and her face darkened. “Could it be Bettany. called others again?”
Linda nodded. “Ms. Fulham has always been restless. She’s already pregnant, but she can’t just stay at home and always thinks about leaving us.
“Forget about her. Eudora said impatiently. ‘She’s just a weak girl. Her parents don’t care about her. Who else can she count on?”
At this point. Eudora glanced at Linda and said in a sepulchral tone. “Keep an ey on her. Make sure she gives birth to this child.”
Linda hummed in response and left.
Upstairs. Bettany sat by the window and looked downstairs in a daze.
She was completely naked, and her skin was as flawless and delicate as snow porcelain, like a porcelain doll.
However, the purplish–purple strangulation marks on her waist and thighs stood out, a stark contrast against her purity.
Bettany heard the door open and close behind her.
Sensing that someone had entered. Bettany’s body stiffened for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed across her eyes.
The sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the floor was like a death sentence. Bettany finally couldn’t take it anymore. Before the wheelchair approached, she got up and ran towards the door.
Unfortunately, she was too flustered and knocked over the breakfast on the table beside her. The soft cereal was instantly scattered all over the ground.
Seeing this, Bettany became even more flustered, like a child who had made a mistake.
Her eyes were filled with panic.
When Marcus entered, his expression didn’t register anger. Although he was as expressionless as ever, the corners of his mouth were curled up slightly.
Ever since he found out that Bettany was pregnant yesterday, a faint smile had been hanging on the corner of his mouth.
However, when he saw the untouched breakfast on the table, his good mood was instantly spoiled.
A violent storm brewed in his dark eyes, making one tremble in fear.
“You didn’t eat?”
Marcus fixed his eyes on Bettany, like a wolf that was about to attack at any
moment.
Bettany said, trembling. “I… I can’t eat.”
“Can’t eat? I think you don’t want to eat!” Marcus sneered. His beautiful eyes were filled with maliciousness. He raised his hand, grabbed the milk on the table, and smashed it on the ground.
The shattered glass cut Bettany’s jaw, and she hissed in pain.
A wisp of vexation flashed in Marcus’s eyes when he saw this, and his right hand grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair tightly as if he wanted to crush it.
He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, “I’ll get Linda to make another breakfast.”
Bettany nodded timidly. “I–I’ll eat it all.”
These words seemed to please Marcus. His cold expression softened. He looked up at the scratch on Bettany’s chin for a while before turning around and driving the wheelchair away.
Bettany’s eyes were lingering on his back. When he left, she instantly collapsed to the ground., regardless of the glass shards on the ground.
She did not seem to feel the pain in her body. She only felt a little itchy.
It kind of felt good.
How strange. She actually didn’t feel any pain.
Bettany picked up a large glass fragment curiously and gestured at the artery on
her wrist.
She had an impulse to cut her wrist, but when she thought of the previous two suicides, fear flashed across her eyes.
No, no, she couldn’t kill herself!
In the Dillon Manor, with a fully equipped medical team at all times, she would not die. Not only would she not die, but she would also face Marcus’s even more ferocious abuse.
Thinking of Marcus, Bettany cowered, her eyes filled with despair.
That man was too terrifying. He was astonishingly handsome, but he was as cold as a demon.
Bettany still remembered the first time she saw him. The brilliant sunlight shone. on his face, making his already sharp–featured face even more dazzling, like a celestial being.
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She had never seen such a good looking man in her life.
But immediately after, while she was still stunned, her gaze landed on his suff and weak legs.
Then, her eyes darkened. Bettany felt a little sorry that such a good–looking man was mobility–impaired.
After rejecting his engagement, Bettany thought that she would never have anything to do with him again in her life.
Unexpectedly, a fire destroyed her painting, burned her right hand, and ruined
her life.
She was sent to Marcus’s bed and became his exclusive woman.
She was being tortured and humiliated in all sorts of ways, and once she showed any signs of being disobedient or escaping, she would receive even more intense humiliation.
This man used all kinds of methods to torture and humiliate her.
He made her life a living hell.
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When Marcus went out, he met Linda, who was rushing over.
“What are you doing? Why are you in such a rash?” Marcus frowned.
Linda quickly stopped in her tracks. Her face turned pale as she explained in a panic, I’m here to watch Ms. Fulham.”
Marcus did not speak. His gaze was still on Linda,
Under such an intense gaze, Linda’s legs went weak in a moment. She stammered as she explained, “It’s… it’s Madam who asked me to come up and watch Ms. Fulham.”
“Watch her?” Marcus was very smart. Despite the fact that he kept himself at home because his legs were injured in a car accident, nothing could escape his eyes. With just a glance, he could tell that there was something wrong with Linda. “You received a call just now. Who called?” Marcus asked in a cold tone. Linda didn’t dare to hide anything and hurriedly said, “The caller is looking for
Ms. Fulham. Madam was worried that Ms. Fulham might be restless and do something, so she asked me to come up and keep an eye on Ms. Fulham.”
Marcus said with a frown, “It’s not a big deal. Don’t go over and disturb her. Wheel me downstairs.”
Linda quickly nodded and wheeled Marcus downstairs.
Downstairs, Eudora was on the phone with a scowl.
She did not even notice her son, Marcus, coming downstairs. It was only when Linda called her that she came back to her senses.
Upon seeing Marcus, Eudora forced a smile and explained, “I got a call from the Smith family, saying that the head of the family and Bettany are good friends. She knows that Bettany is here and wants to visit her.”
The caller was very polite, but Eudora had a feeling that she did not come with good intentions.
Because of pregnancy, Bettany had been quite steady and didn’t make a fuss these days. If outsiders interfered, it was very likely that she would be restless and wouldn’t set her mind in staying with her son.
“The Smith family?” Marcus frowned slightly and quickly realized who it was. “It’s Olivia? Daniel’s fiancée?”
“That’s her. Eudora nodded and said, “The Smith family has been on the rise these days. They are already quite strong, and now the Sullivan family and the Smith family are connected by marriage. That’s quite something. The Smith family is not something to be trifled with. Even these wealthy families in Evervale. have to show some respect to the Smith family.”
Marc and coldly heer Daniel’s Banere, not his wife yet. It’s just the Smith
the wounded kunde. Ishon’t think she can barge in if we reject her!”
By Fundors was nervous Team reject her now, but this is not a long–term plan. What it she goes against com family?”
Marcus disagreed She’s just Olivia. Although I’ve never seen her before, I think the must have had the Sullivan family’s help to become the head of the Smith Fanly at such a young age. There’s no need to take such a woman to heart.” Then seeing that his mother was still frowning, Marcus comforted her. “Mom, you worried about nothing. Suppose Olivin is really that capable. As long as we insist that Bettany is not in the Dillon, would she dare to come and search? Even if she wants to she doesn’t have the strength. More importantly, Bettany was personally sent here by her father. Even if Olivia wants her, she should go to Bettany’s Rather and not us”
These words completely calmed Eudora down.
She mmeshately said. “Then I’ll call back and say that Bettany isn’t with us. I don’t believe that Olivia can barge in.”
Marcus nodded and did not take it seriously.
Eudora picked up the phone and dialed the number back. She said over the phone, Hello, you misunderstood just now. I don’t know Bettany Fulham. She isn’t at my house ether”
Elena frowned when she heard this and turned to look at Olivia. She asked in a low voter, “Miss Taylor?”
Olivia looked up coldly and took the phone. She opened her mouth and said, “Mrs. Dillon?”
Hearing this pleasant female voice, Eudora quickly realized that the person who picked up the phone had changed. She was stunned for a moment before asking tentatively. “Are you Olivia Taylor?”
Olivia said in a low voice, “Yes.”
“It’s really Ms. Taylor, Hello, hello.” Eudora’s tone became enthusiastic. “There must be a misunderstanding. We don’t know Bettany. You’ve found the wrong person.
Olivia ignored her words and told her unhurriedly, “I’ll be at the Dillon Manor in half an hour.”
“What?” Eudora suddenly raised
You’re not welcome. I’m warnin” voice and panicked. “What are you
doing?
you, I won’t open the door for you. If you insist
on breaking in, I’ll call the police. Our…”
Olivia ended the call before she could finish speaking.
Eudora’s warning words were instantly swallowed back. She almost stomped her
feet in anger. “She has no ujduringing she actually comes uninvited the o
Linda psited Eudora’s back to calucher down and comforted her Medem, don’t be angry Olivia is young and arrogant, but the ballon family isn’t vomeone to be trifled with. You shouldn’t lower yourself to her level, just ignore her
As she spoke, she handed a cup of hot coffee to Eudora and continued, “In a while, I’ll tell the security guards at the door not to let anyone in
Hearing Linda’s words, Eudora finally calmed down. She looked up at Marcus and said, “Marcus, go upstairs and rest. I won’t let Olivia in
Marcus nodded. He was not very concerned about this matter.
In his eyes, Olivia was just an arrogant girl, What kind of place did she think the Dillon Manor was? Did she think that she could come just because she wanted to?
What a joket
Half an hour later.
The security guard at the entrance hurriedly called, “Madam, Ms. Taylor is here. She has already gone in”
“What!” Eudora freaked and almost lost her composure. She snapped, “Didn’t I ask you to stop them? Why are you letting them in? What are you doing? What’s the use of having you?”
Linda stomped her feet in anger. “Good–for–nothing. These security guards are useless. They can’t even stop a person?
Marcus happened to come out of the elevator. Seeing this, he immediately asked with a frown, “What’s going on? Why can’t you stop her? There are many of
them?”
The security guard felt wronged and said, “Not just that.”
“Stop hemming and hawing. Just say it.” Eudora was furious at the security guard’s
hesitation.
The security guard said, “They have a search warrant.”
Hearing these words, Eudora was instantly suffocated. She was like a big rooster whose neck was being strangled, and she went very red in the face.
A search warrant!
What was going on? Eudora’s body stiffened and she turned back to look at her son in fear.
At this moment, Marcus’s face took on a ghastly expression. He drove the wheelchair towards the door and knocked down Olivia. Behind him was a team of police officers with a search warrant.
“You’re Olivia Taylor?” Marcus sized her up and frowned. “Didn’t I say that Bettany isn’t here? Why are you still here?”
Olivia looked up at Marcus.
When their gazes met, Marcus’s mind raced. He was thinking about what to say to fool her and make her leave.
However. Olivia only cast him a cold glance before bypassing him and walking straight into the house.
She completely ignored him.
Marcus’s expression darkened, and he suddenly felt a tide of embarrassment surging through him.
No one had ever dared to ignore him like this!
Marcus took a deep breath and turned to look at Olivia. His gaze was icily cold as he said, “Ms. Taylor, you…
Shut up!” Olivia interrupted him with an indifferent expression, and there was an innate pride and nobility in her eyes. When she made a simple statement, it was as if she was giving orders. “Don’t speak when I’m not asking you. My time. limited.
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With that, she turned to the police officer behind her and ordered with a slight nod, “Search.
She did not have time to waste with them. Her goal today was to take Bettany away. As for the crimes that the Dillon family had committed, the police would deal with them.
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When the others went to look for Bettany, Olivia sat on the sofa in the living room and waited.
As she was going to be a judge at the Painting Association today, she was formally dressed. She wore a light gray suit jacket with a beige silk shirt inside. The pearl cuff’s on the cuff’s emitted a gentle luster, just like her, gentle and reserved, but her strong aura couldn’t be concealed.
Elena and Tyson stood behind Olivia in a protective posture.
Eudora was burning with anxiety. She glared at Olivia, “You, how dare you barge in without permission. This is Dillon Manor.”
Elena blocked Eudora’s line of sight and said coldly, “Madam, I believe you saw the search warrant just now. The Dillon family has violated the law by imprisoning someone privately. Mrs. Dillon, you’d better quickly call a lawyer.” Eudora’s face immediately turned pale when she heard the words “privately imprisoning someone.” She subconsciously looked at Marcus.
“Don’t worry.” Marcus comforted his mother and whispered something into Eudora’s ear.
Hearing this, Eudora was delighted. She quickly walked out of the door and went outside.
Linda followed closely behind.
Only Marcus was still in the living room.
He looked calm and did not panic, but he was holding back his anger.
Olivia was coming in an aggressive manner, so undoubtedly, this matter couldn’t be addressed in an easy way.
Marcus was not afraid of Olivia. It was just the Smith family. Even if she came with the police, she could not casually accuse anyone. Bettany was personally sent over by her father.
Moreover, who could prove that Bettany was imprisoned?
There was no evidence.
Marcus was afraid of scaring Bettany. Recently, she had been especially timid and would be freaked by even the slightest movement.
He was even more afraid that Bettany would have the intention to leave.
Initially, she was very obedient. She did not cry or make a fuss, obedient like a cat. Now that things had turned out this way, it was inevitable that she would make a fuss.
At the thought of this, anger suddenly rose in Marcus’s heart.
He clenched his fiars Highly and controlled his desire to hit someone.
He told himself that he couldn’t be anxious or angry. It was best if he and Olivia serted this matter peacefully and they coudn’t fall out. Bettany was pregnant and couldn’t be scared.
When he thought of this, Marcus took a deep breath and calmed down.
He thought of the information he had read before. The Smith family seemed to have bought land in West District in Evervale and was interested in building a pharmaceutical factory.
Coincidentally, the Dillon family wanted that piece of land.
In order to resolve this matter peacefully, the Dillon family did not mind giving up this piece of land.
“Ms. Taylor,” Marcus said in a low voice, “I heard that the Smith family is interested in that piece of land in the Western District?”
Olivia raised her eyes and looked over indifferently.
A cold glint flashed across Marcus’s eyes when he met Olivia’s gaze.
He thought, “Hmph, bitch, you’re lucky, I weren’t for Bettany, the Dillon family would definitely not give up this piece of land.”
However, he found some solace when he thought that he could settle the score with Olivia as long as Bettany gave birth to the child. He could wait.
Marcus cleared his throat and said, “Ms. Taylor, if you leave now, the Dillon family will withdraw from the bidding for that piece of land. If you insist on causing trouble, don’t blame us for taking this seriously. It’s true that the Smith family is influential in Layfield, but this is Evervale, not…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard Olivia ask in a slightly puzzled tone. “What land were you talking about?”
Marcus was stunned. Then, the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. “Don’t tell me you still don’t know? Oh, it makes sense.”
His tone changed. “Ms. Taylor, you have just taken over as the Smith family’s family head. You might not be able to completely control the Smith family yet. That piece of land in the Western District is quite big. It involves hundreds of millions of dollars. It’s a very large project. The fewer people who know about such an important project, the better. You’re probably not qualified to know this
news.”
Projects of this level were the highest level of confidentiality in the Dillon family. Other than some core members, no one else knew anything about it.
Marcus had wanted to use this piece of land as an exchange previously, but he did not expect that Olivia was not completely in charge of the Smith family and she knew nothing about such a large project.
What a joke!
Olivia’s gaze was indifferent. She truly did not know about this. She turned to look at Elena.
Elena immediately explained, “Miss Taylor, it’s something related to the Traditional Medicine Healthy Ecological Garden Plan. That piece of land in thr Western District is just one of the locations. The exact site hasn’t been deaded you If you have any ideas about it, I’ll call Mr. Yanis and ask if there are any other options. You…”
Before she could finish, Olivia waved her hand and suddenly realized something, “Oh, so it’s the site for the ecological park. It’s not a big deal. There’s no need to tell me about it. Let them do as they see fit.
Not a big deal?
Marcus’s expression froze. The mocking smile froze at the corner of his mouth. Hurried footsteps came from upstairs. In a moment, two policewomen came down with Bettany, who was wearing sportswear.
When she went downstairs, Bettany was still a little confused and her expression was trembling. It was not until she saw Olivia that she came back to her senses and called out in surprise, “Olivia?”
Olivia looked up from the sofa and sized Bettany up for a long time. Her eyes were a little sad.
I’m sorry I’m late.” She grabbed Bettany’s hand.
Bettany’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes instantly moistened, blurring her
vision.
She choked on her words and kept shaking her head, unable to speak
Olivia held her hand tightly. An invisible force was transmitted over, filling Bettany’s heart with boundless courage.
She raised her empty hand and wiped her tears. Thinking of what the policewoman had said to her previously, she nodded heavily. ‘Olivia, I didn’t marry Marcus. It was the Dillon family who privately imprisoned me here” Olivia looked at the pale and thin Bettany, her eyes filled with pity. More than that, she regretted not thinking things through.
Bettany’s situation was not positive at that time. However, Olivia did not bring her away and only gave her an invitation to the Painting Association.
“It’s fine now. Don’t cry.” Olivia touched Bettany’s thin and sharp chin and handed her a tissue.
Bettany wiped her tears. Her eyes were swollen, but she was in good spirits. She stood behind Olivia, carefully holding the corner of her shirt.
During this period, she did not even cast a glance at Marcus as if he did not exist. As Marcus looked at Bettany like this, a hint of pain flashed across his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly.
“You can’t take her away!” Marcus said. “Bettany is my fiancée. I didn’t imprison
her.
Olivia ignored Marcus and turned to Bettany. “Did he imprison you?”
Bettany hesitated for a moment and nodded. “Yes.”
“That’s enough.” Olivia looked up and said, “Let’s go.”
“Wait.” She had just taken two steps when Marcus called out to her.
This time, his gaze landed on Bettany as he said in a cold tone, “Bettany, are your leaving just like that? Have you forgotten the good moment with me?”
Upon hearing this, Bettany was freaked out. She was terrified and covered her ears. “Stop talking.”
Marcus continued, “Alright, I won’t say this, but do you really want to leave? Do you think you can leave? Ms. Taylor can take you away today, but can she protect you for the rest of your life? And the police. Are you sure they will guard you day and night?”
Bettany flinched.
Seeing this, Marcus smiled and added, “Bettany and Ms. Taylor should be very good friends. For your sake, Ms. Taylor risked everything to barge into the Dillon family today. With such a good relationship, Bettany, you must not want to cause trouble for Ms. Taylor.
“Bettany, you know that I’m determined to get you. You know I lose myself sometimes. If you insist on leaving today, I’m not sure if I’ll do something out of control in my anger. It won’t be good if I hurt your good friend Ms. Taylor.” At this point, Marcus chuckled. “Bettany, you know you’re the only one who can soften my heart. If it were Ms. Taylor, I’m afraid…”
He didn’t continue, but Bettany was already on the verge of collapse.
She thought of Marcus’s terrifying methods.
This man was a demon. There was nothing he couldn’t do.
She was already very grateful that Olivia could save her. If Olivia was hurt because of her, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.
“I…” Bettany let go of the corner of Olivia’s shirt and said with all her strength, “I don’t…”
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Before she could finish speaking, a slightly cold hand grabbed her wrist.
Bettany looked up.
It was Olivia.
“There’s no need to worry. If I was afraid of the Dillon family, I wouldn’t have come to take you away today,” Olivia said in a calm tone, neither angry nor afraid of Marcus’s threat. Her expression was calm and indifferent, and there was only a hint of authority hidden in it.
Looking at Olivia like this, Bettany, who was a blue funk, was strangely soothed. She followed her own thoughts and nodded heavily. “Olivia, I’ll go with you.” This time, Marcus did not speak. Instead, he watched Bettany leave expressionlessly.
After a while, Eudoră came in and quickly walked in front of Marcus. She first Hooked at the empty living room and then at the door.
Her heart skipped a beat and her voice trembled slightly. “Bettany left?”
Marcus did not speak. No one could tell what he was thinking from his
expression, but his back was straight as if it was an extremely taut bow that would break with a slight touch.
Eudora could not help but tear up after taking a look.
Then, rage bubbled just below the surface of her mind. She cursed Bettany in her heart.
The Dillon family had done so much for Bettany, but she was still not satisfied. First, they invested a lot of money into the Fulham family. Then, they hired a famous doctor to nurse Bettany’s health. She lived in the Dillon Manor and had a servant to serve her with everything well provided.
What else did she want?
The Dillon family did not despise her for coming from a small town without getting a diploma. Instead, she despised Marcus.
Eudora blinked to fight back her tears. She said in a low voice, “I’ve called Tucker. He’ll be here soon. Marcus, don’t worry. Bettany won’t be able to leave the Dillon
Manor.”
Marcus closed his eyes in silence.
Eudora was worried that he would feel sad and was about to comfort him when she heard him say, “It’s good that she’s gone.”
Marcus’s voice was calm, but there was something hidden inside, revealing a sign
of a storm.
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“I should at least let her try once before she gives up. Then she’ll understand that she can’t escape from me no matter what. As for Olivia…” Marcus’s tone was bone–chilling when he said that. “Since she dares to mind other’s business, she has to bear the consequences.”
He would give her a taste of her own medicine. Didn’t she snatch Bettany away? He could arrange for someone to snatch Daniel away.
Without the support of Daniel, the super–rich man, Olivia might not even be able to secure her position as the head of the Smith family. By then, she would be brought down a peg or two.
“There’s no need to let Tucker go over. I have my own plans for this matter,” Marcus said and drove the wheelchair upstairs.
It was almost 12 o’clock. Olivia didn’t have time to go back to the Smith family. She asked Bettany if she wanted to return to the Smith family first or follow her to the Painting Association.
When she heard about the Painting Association, Bettany’s eyes lit up and she said timidly, “I… Can I really go?”
Olivia looked up and chuckled. “Sure.”
This was the first time Bettany had seen Olivia smile like this. It was as if the bright sun had broken through the clouds and bloomed with a dazzling red glow. It was incomparably stunning.
Bettany was stunned for a moment and regained her senses after a long time. When they arrived at the art gallery, Bettany got out of the car and followed Elena. Her tone was filled with worry. “Elena, are you sure I won’t be too much trouble for Olivia?”
“Trouble?” Elena, who was looking down at her phone, did a double–take.
After a while, she realized what Bettany meant.
“You mean the Dillon family?” Elena’s tone was mocking, and her expression was completely disdainful. “They’re not worthy to be a trouble for Miss Taylor!”
As Elena spoke, she handed the phone to Bettany.
There was a Wikipedia note on it, regarding Olivia.
Bettany lowered her head to take a closer look. As she read it, a wave of shock spread over her till she was left dumbfounded.
Young scientist!
The head of the Smith family!
The fiancée of the richest man!
Bettany clutched her chest in disbelief. Was this Olivia who sold sandwiches in a small town?
Why did it feel like Olivia was from another world?
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Thinking of the fact that Olivia used to sell sandwiches for a living, Bettany subconsciously licked her lower lip and turned to ask Elena, “Elena, why would Olivia go to town to sell sandwiches?”
Elena did not know much about it. She only knew a little about it. When she heard this, she frowned and replied, “There should be a reason. I’m not too sure, but Miss Taylor must have a reason for going to town,”
Bettany nodded. “Olivia’s sandwich is delicious. Ever since she left, the sandwich has been no longer as delicious and popular as before.
At this point, Bettany felt a little regretful. “It’s a waste to give up such a good secret recipe. Why doesn’t Olivia open a sandwich shop in Evervale? No, it should be a sandwich chain store. It must be very famous.”
Elena disagreed. “How is it possible for Miss Taylor to open a sandwich shop?” Bettany could hear the disdain in Elena’s tone and hurriedly explained, “That sandwich is really delicious. I’m not lying to you. I’ve tried many good things in the Dillon family, but they can’t compare to the sandwich. This secret recipe is too delicious and precious. It would be a pity not to open the sandwich shop!”
Elena chuckled and said proudly, “It’s just a sandwich’s secret recipe. How can it be precious? Miss Taylor has many good things. Any of them is more precious than a sandwich’s recipe. Any one of them can shock the world.”
After saying that, Elena turned to Bettany and said solemnly, “You’re lucky to be valued by Miss Taylor. As long as you follow her, you’ll have great fortune in the future.”
Great fortune?
Bettany repeated with a lonely expression. Would she really have a great fortune? Olivia arrived quite early. She had yet to finish commenting on the painting for the second round.
At this moment, the judges were arguing over a painting.
It was a portrait of a Saintess. The color and outline of this painting were great, but the light and shadow were a little rough.
Some judges rated this painting as number one and believed that it expressed native intelligence. Some other judges agreed with them but thought the details. were not handled well. It seemed that the painter had not been systematically learned and his skills were a little rough.
The two sides argued endlessly.
Since no one could convince the other, someone suggested that they let the specially invited judge make a comment.
“President.” A middle–aged man looked at Rose. “Didn’t you invite a mysterious judge? Where is she?”
Rose said, “She has something urgent to deal with and is on the way here.”
“She’s not here yet?” The middle–aged man doubted, but he didn’t say anything Instead, he turned to Winona and said, “Ms. Manson, why don’t you take a look? The others echoed, “Yes, yes. Ms. Manson should take a look.”“
Winona was not modest. She stepped forward and took a look. She was stunned by the painting.
This painting was indeed amazing.
However… it was just as everyone had said. It was a little rough and strange. There was something that didn’t go well with it.
“How about this?” Winona suggested, “Let’s call the painter over to explain the thoughts on the painting.”
The Painting Association valued talented students very much. They did not want to bury any genius students.
Hearing Winona’s words, they immediately nodded in agreement.
Soon, a staff member went downstairs to look for Doris.
Doris was a little nervous. She kept asking the staff carefully, “Why are you taking me there? Is there something wrong with my painting?”
The staff shook his head. “No, it’s just that your painting stands out. The judges want you to go over and explain your creative concept.”
Her painting stood out?
Doris was desperately nervous, but her eyes gleamed with surprise. However, before the surprise filled her eyes, she saw Olivia walking towards her.
Behind her was a figure that made Doris’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
Why was Bettany here!
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Getting a summons to elucidate her artistic vision signified that Emma’s paintings had captured the notice of the Painting Association instructors.
She was on the brink of ascending to the celestial realm with just one stride, and soon, she’d be under the wing of a revered mentor. But at this pivotal juncture, how could Bettany possibly intervene?
If Bettany were present, wouldn’t her replication of the portrait be unveiled? Doris seethed with such rage that the edges of her eyes nearly ruptured, and her gaze turned crimson.
Without much contemplation, she leaped to Bettany’s side and inquisitively inquired. “What brings you here?”
Her inner musings went along the lines of, “Weren’t you confined by the Dillon family? How come you’re out now?”
“Doris?” Bettany was momentarily taken aback before warmly grasping her hand. “It’s all thanks to you. Elena informed me that if you hadn’t informed Olivia about my confinement in the Dillon family, I might never have been released.”
“Doris, I truly appreciate it,” Bettany replied earnestly.
Doris was speechless.
She truly found herself at a loss for words. Ultimately, she bore the responsibility for the situation!
After a brief interlude of silence, Doris regained composure. She glanced at
Bettany. With a self–assured tone, she remarked, “Bettany, I’m thrilled you’re here. The instructor assigned me to elucidate my artistic vision. The portrait I sketched was inspired by the artwork you shared with me.”
“My painting?” Bettany pointed at herself, appearing somewhat bewildered.
“Yes, indeed,” Doris affirmed with a firm nod. “The second round involves live painting, and there are no limitations. You can depict anything. I remembered that portrait you have painted and took it as a source of inspiration to craft a new piece. Bettany, you don’t mind, do you?”
Bettany didn’t hesitate and shook her head. “Why would there be anything to mind? But that prototype isn’t exclusive to me. If I can paint, so can you.”
Upon hearing this, Doris couldn’t help but have a slight curl of her lips, forming a smile.
She shifted her attention to Olivia and inquired with curiosity, “Sister, are you part of the Painting Association’s staff?”
Olivia raised her gaze and replied, “No.”
“Oh, Doris sighed in complete relief.
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Nonetheless, Bettany remained concerned that the plagiarism issue might come to light. It was crucial to firmly resolve this matter, ensuring that Olivia would refrain from uttering a word about it.
With these thoughts in mind, Doris’s smile broadened. She advanced and embraced Bettany’s arm, remarking, “I believe my painting should earn a good rank. I’m curious if it will capture the president’s attention.”
While expressing this sentiment, she raised her gaze toward the staff.
The staff nodded and said, “The president has showered your painting with praise, and it has garnered admiration from many instructors.
“Is that so?” Doris was pleasantly surprised. Then, she turned to Bettany and inquired, “Bettany, my painting has received a decent ranking. If the portrait you painted enters the competition, it will surely achieve a favorable outcome,
At this juncture, Doris cast a deliberate glance at Olivia and remarked, “It’s truly regrettable. All your paintings were destroyed, and not a single one remains” Doris conveyed this statement to Olivia and Bettany.
What difference did it make if the two paintings bore a striking resemblance? The
original had already met its demise in the flames. There was no tangible proof, and she had crafted the painting right there and then. There was no evidence of plagiarism on her part.
If Bettany and Olivia knew what was in their best interest, they should remain silent and refrain from uttering a word.
Even if they failed to comprehend their own interests, it was inconsequential. After all, they were unable to provide any evidence. As long as she stuck to her assertion that she hadn’t plagiarized and that she was the genuine creator, the other party would be powerless to take action.
Initially, Bettany harbored some trepidation regarding Olivia. However, it had become evident that Olivia wasn’t even a staff member of the Painting Association. It appeared she was merely a sponsor. The words of such an individual carried no significance whatsoever, and no one would take them seriously.
The more Doris contemplated the situation, the greater her self–assurance grew. Eventually, she ceased to be concerned altogether.
They all proceeded to the third floor together.
Upon leaving the elevator, Doris inquired of Bettany, “Where are you folks headed?”
Bettany was uncertain as well. Upon hearing this, she raised her gaze to Olivia and inquired, “Olivia, where are we heading?”
Elena swiftly retrieved her phone and whispered, “Let me make a call.”
Observing this, Doris’s expression took on an even more contemptuous air. She casually nodded at Bettany and remarked, “I’ll head over ahead.”
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While conversing, she followed the staff to the judges‘ room
Upon arriving at the door, Doris straightened her collar, took a deep breath, and entered the room.
After offering a profound bow to the judges, Doris composedly expounded on her creative concept. However, in the midst of her presentation, Ozymandias received a phone call
He cast his gaze downward to check the caller ID, and his expression suddenly lin up with excitement. He promptly left the room. After a short while, he returned accompanied by Olivia,
From the corner of her eye, Doris noticed Olivia’s entrance. A pallor washed over Doris‘ face, and her heart involuntarily quivered a few times. She tightly clenched her fists but managed to finish her sentence.
Doris wasn’t finished yet. The attention of everyone in the room had already shifted towards the door.
Particularly Winona, whose pupils abruptly contracted upon seeing Olivia, Nevertheless, she remained remarkably composed and displayed no signs of disturbance.
“Olivia.” Mrs. Liebsig greeted her accomplished disciple with joy. She then turned to introduce Olivia to the others, saying, “This is my fourth disciple, Olivia Taylor.”
“Olivia Taylor! Fourth disciple!”
Upon hearing these two titles, Doris’s heart raced. She felt her face drain of color, and her entire body seemed rooted to the spot.
The name Olivia had become exceedingly well–known of late. Not only was she the scion of the Smith family, but she was also engaged to the wealthiest man in the city. Her fame had reached a point where practically everyone was aware of
her.
Regardless of the circumstances, Doris couldn’t reconcile the composed and remarkable woman before her with the gentle, reserved, and adept lady she knew at home.
She mused, “It truly doesn’t seem like it!
“How is that even possible?”
A wave of dizziness washed over Doris, and she nearly blacked out.
Winona was equally astounded. She had never anticipated that Olivia would be Mrs. Liebsig’s disciple.
“Wait… this can’t bel
“Is she the fourth disciple?”
Doris’s heart trembled violently. She recalled Mrs. Liebsig had rejected the opportunity to mentor her in order to travel to Layfield and accept the fourth
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disciple.
Could it be that Olivia was the fourth disciple who had taken her mentor away from her?
Winona found it hard to believe, let alone accept, that Olivia Taylor’s talent surpassed her own.
She pondered, “Inconceivable, impossible, utterly impossible. Why would Mrs. Liebsig choose Olivia over mic?”
Mrs. Liebsig remained oblivious to the astonished and inquisitive glances of the others, Instead, he took Olivia Taylor’s hand and moved ahead, “Come, Olivia, have a look. What do you think of this painting?”
Observing this, a stunned Doris felt like her insides were on the verge of exploding!
“No!”
She wished to intervene, but the words wouldn’t leave her lips. She could only remain there with a pallid countenance.
Olivia stepped in front of the painting. At a single glance, she discerned that this painting bore a striking resemblance to Bettany’s earlier artwork. They were nearly identical, although the finer details weren’t as refined as Bettany’s.
Olivia involuntarily furrowed her brow and turned to Bettany. “Come and have a look,” she said.
Bettany didn’t comprehend but walked over, nonetheless.
As she was about to take a step, Doris advanced and seized her hand. Her voice quivered as she uttered, “This painting drew inspiration from you. It might seem somewhat alike, but I’ve reworked it.”
Bettany nodded and replied, “I understand.”
Doris didn’t say a word. She persisted in tightly pinching Bettany’s arm until it licited pain.
jettany endured the pain and approached the painting. She lowered her head to xamine it closely.
he was utterly taken aback!
he pondered, “Why is this painting precisely identical to mine?”
he abruptly turned to fix Doris with a querying gaze.
oris gazed intensely at Bettany and enunciated each word, “Bettany, you ouldn’t accuse my painting of being copied from yours, would you?”
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Bettany’s pupils contracted. She hadn’t anticipated Doris posing the question so directly. She was momentarily stunned.
Doris lowered her head, took a deep breath, and then suddenly raised her gaze to address everyone. “Everyone, I must confess one thing. The inspiration for this painting did indeed come from another artwork, but it was solely for the purpose of seeking inspiration. I meticulously crafted this painting stroke by stroke, from start to finish. It bears the imprint of my toil and dedication.”
With that, she offered a profound bow and stepped back, adopting a dignified and upright stance.
Observing her in such a state, Bettany felt a sense of uncertainty, leaving her somewhat suspended.
Doris had the advantage in this situation. She openly acknowledged that her inspiration came from Bettany. If Bettany were to affirm that the painting resembled her in this moment, the judges wouldn’t perceive it as plagiarism; they would only see it as drawing upon some creative inspiration.
Above all, Bettany’s original creation had been destroyed, making her one–sided claims far from convincing.
As anticipated, some of the judges displayed a bias in favor of Doris and voiced their support for her. “Inspiration shouldn’t be labeled as plagiarism. It’s likely that both paintings share some similarities, but the rest should be distinctive,” they argued.
As they spoke, their eyes were fixed inquisitively on Bettany, seeking her response. Bettany moved her lips, wishing to convey: “No, it’s not just a little resemblance; it’s entirely alike, precisely identical.”
Nevertheless, before she could utter a word, another judge chimed in, stating, “It’s undoubtedly distinct. Even if the original artwork were placed right here, it would be impossible for it to be an exact match. Besides, who would leave their completed painting in someone else’s house for an extended period?”
Upon hearing this, Bettany was rendered utterly speechless.
Even Bettany herself was somewhat perplexed. She had only shown the painting to Doris, and after Doris had damaged it, she had retrieved it.
In such a brief timeframe, how could Doris recall it and replicate it with such precision?
Even Bettany herself couldn’t achieve such a feat.
Furthermore, it had been such a long time that she had nearly forgotten the appearance of the original painting.
Crucially, Bettany was excessively timid. After being confined by Marcus for an
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extended period, her spurn had been eleniti antly diminished, Paced with skepticieni and authority, she lacked the courage to offer any resistance,
All eyes remained feed on her, anticipating her responer
Bettany rated her gaze, scanning the expectant faces around her. Afterward, she swinly averted her eyes and murmured softly, “It’s not very alike. Perhaps Dons drew inspiration from my painting”
Upon hearing this, Doris breathed a sigh of relief. A trace of satisfaction briefly flickered in her eyes.
She thought, “Hmph, even the original artist acknowledged it wasn’t plagiarism and was merely a minor reference, Who could accuse me of plagiarism now? Just as she was celebrating, a composed female voice suddenly interjected, “This artwork has been stolen. A dishonest individual should not proceed to the second
round.”
She boldly declared it as plagiarism without a hint of hesitation!
This statement hit the room like a thunderclap, leaving everyone in a state of shock and confusion.
Doris nearly lost her composure. After a lengthy pause, she retorted angrily, “Who are you to claim that this painting is a plagiarism? Bettany herself stated otherwise,”
The other judges, growing uneasy with Olivia’s apparent bullying of a student, joined in, expressing. “Ms. Taylor, despite your association with Mrs. Liebsig, you can’t make allegations of plagiarism without concrete evidence”
“Yes, that’s a valid point,” everyone concurred. “We’ve heard that Ms. Taylor didn’t pursue painting but delved into medical biology instead. After so many years, their artistic foundation may be quite diminished. What authority do they have to pass judgment on others?”
Many individuals harbored discontent about Olivia holding the position of Mrs. Liebsig’s disciple while not actively pursuing painting. They believed she had squandered a valuable opportunity.
Despite their dissatisfaction with Olivia, people refrained from going too far due to her connection as Mrs. Liebsig’s disciple
Nonetheless, from the expression on their faces, it was evident that their words. suggested Olivia was speaking without a solid basis.
Bettany was slightly apprehensive. She approached Olivia’s side and gazed up with unease. “Olivia, I understand your intention to support me. I’m alright. You don’t. need to be concerned about me.”
Bettany was genuinely afraid. She was deeply concerned that Olivia might face. widespread criticism because of her actions.
In that moment, Winona spoke in a composed and impartial manner, stating, “One–sided accounts can’t substantiate anything. If Ms. Taylor alleges plagiarism,
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she should present her evidence. Placing the original artwork here would quickly resolve the matter, wouldn’t it?”
“Original artwork,” Olivia responded calmly. “It has already been destroyed.” “Burned?” Someone chuckled. “Ms. Taylor, are you here for a jest?”
“Mrs. Liebsig, why don’t you rein in your disciple and prevent her from causing a disturbance here? This is the examination hall, and it impacts the future of the candidates,” someone remarked, their tone filled with displeasure.
Ive heard rumors in the past that Mrs. Liebsig’s fourth disciple is quite wayward and merely holds the disciple title. Not only is painting not her pursuit, but they seldom make an appearance. I had assumed it was just talk, but it appears to be accurate. Tsk tsk, why did Mrs. Liebsig take on such a disciple?” someone lamented with disappointment.
Witnessing a multitude of individuals critiquing Olivia, Bettany was overwhelmed with fear, and tears welled up in her eyes, rendering them a shade of red. She extended her arms to shield Olivia and exclaimed vehemently, “Stop discussing Olivia. The fact remains that Doris’s painting did imitate my artwork. That is the truth. Are we going to let this wrongdoer go unpunished simply because my original painting was destroyed?”
“If you claim it’s plagiarism, then it’s plagiarism. Do you possess any evidence? You initially said no, and now you’re altering your stance,” Winona remarked with folded arms. “How about this? Create a painting on the spot and let everyone gauge your skill level. If you outperform Doris, your statements will hold more weight. However, if you fail to surpass Doris, it’s truly a farce. Accusing the first–place winner of plagiarism without solid proof is indeed absurd!” “That’s a fair point. Let’s have a competition. The Painting Association seeks genuine talent,” chimed in another voice.
“If we compete, our skills will do the talking,” added yet another voice.
Upon hearing this, Bettany quivered. Her lips grew pallid, and she turned toward Olivia, desiring to convey that her right hand was crippled. Drawing was an arduous task for her, if not impossible.
However, she couldn’t bring herself to utter those words.
Elena presumed that Bettany was anxious and approached her, placing a reassuring arm around her shoulder. “It’s okay. Let’s defeat her fairly,” she consoled.
Bettany was overwhelmed with bitterness.
Mrs. Liebsig also gazed at Olivia and inquired, “Why don’t we allow them to compete? It could be an opportunity for this young girl, Bettany.”
“Compete?” Olivia pressed his lips together, his countenance stern and his voice unwavering. “No! She’s nothing but a contemptible plagiarist. How can she be deemed worthy of competing with Bettany?”
Upon hearing this, Bettany abruptly raised her head, her eyes shimmering with determination as she gazed at Olivin.
It was as if a blazing fire had ignited in her heart.
Her internal organs seemed to be aflame.
In that moment, Olivia lowered her head and gently brushed her hand across Bettany’s forehead. She whispered, “Don’t be afraid; I’m here”
Bettany lowered her head and shielded the corners of her reddened eyes,
“Don’t you want evidence? Provide them with the evidence,” Olivia lifted her dainty and pale chin slightly.
Tyson comprehended the situation. He retrieved his phone, logged into his account, and accessed the cloud storage that contained the video. He then glanced at Olivia and asked, “Miss Taylor, which date are we looking for?”
Olivia provided a specific date.
Throughout the hypnosis sessions, she had surveillance cameras recording her every move. Apart from her privacy, there were individuals monitoring her around the clock. They were vigilant in case any issues arose, and if there was ever any danger, her protective team would swiftly intervene.
Tyson promptly located the pertinent video and displayed it to the assembled audience.
The video clearly showed Bettany presenting that portrait as a gift to Olivia, only For it to be smudged and wrecked by Doris.
The two paintings were nearly identical.
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“It’s over!
“It was completely over!”
Doris took a step back, her complexion paling.
The others remained silent as well. Those who had advocated for Doris appeared somewhat embarrassed.
Someone even interjected forcefully, “When it comes to painting, it’s difficult to claim plagiarism. Furthermore, Doris can replicate a painting after just one viewing. It demonstrates her remarkable skill.”
“Who said we’ve only met once?” Olivia raised her head and spoke calmly, “The circumstances surrounding the Fulham family starting the fire and whether the painting was truly destroyed remain uncertain. We must await the results of the investigation for a definitive conclusion.”
Doris suddenly raised her head, her eyes reflecting astonishment. She lightly touched her nose and asked, “Are you suspecting me?”
As she spoke, she wiped away her tears and continued, “What authority do you have to suspect me? I confess to the plagiarism of Bettany’s painting, but that doesn’t imply I set it on fire. Moreover=”
Before she could finish speaking, Olivia’s tone had already grown impatient, and she furrowed her brow.
Ozymandias acted swiftly and promptly stepped forward to signal Doris. “Candidate, please head downstairs.”
As he uttered these words, he escorted her out.
Doris gazed back in a state of confusion. She hadn’t had the chance to finish her
statement.
Observing the situation, Winona couldn’t help but chuckle and mockingly remarked, “Ms. Taylor is quite overbearing, not even allowing a complete sentence.”
She deliberately made this comment for Mrs. Liebsig to hear, insinuating that Olivia was imperious and unyielding.
Surprisingly, after Mrs. Liebsig overheard this, she not only didn’t view Olivia as domineering but even nodded in approval. “We ought to escort her out. She’s a plagiarist, and it’s typical for her to argue. Listening to her is merely a futile endeavor,” she asserted.
Winona seethed with anger, grinding her teeth in secret frustration.
“This is excessive!
“Before Olivia arrived, Mrs. Liebsig had always shown care and admiration for
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Relecting on that time, it was Olivia who had prevented her from becoming Mrs. Liebeg’s disciple. A sharp glint of resentment flickered in Winona’s eyes.
The combination of past and present grievances intensified her aversion towards
She was merely an individual who hadn’t wielded a paintbrush in years. What justified Mrs. Liebsig’s high regard for her?
Winona Surrowed her brow slightly, contemplating a clever plan.
She turned her gaze to Mrs. Liebsig and proposed with a smile, “Mrs. Liebsig, SÜNCE EMELJONEe is gathered here today, why don’t we all create a painting and auction in The proceeds from the auction can be donated to charity in the name of the Pining Association.”
That’s a fantastic iden” everyone concurred.
Winona cast a glance at Olivia, seemingly considering her interests. “Ms. Taylor, boxing ceased painting for a while and not being particularly renowned in the art world may not garner a substantial bid if the painting is auctioned openly. To ensure firness, why don’t we leave it unsigned?” she suggested.
What do you think? Winona turned to the gathered crowd for their input. All present nodded in agreement, finding the proposal to be a favorable one. Olatu gure a nonchalant nod.
She didn’t care about this.
Observing Olvin’s nod. Winona’s lips curled into a contented smile.
Rolling her eyes playfully, she remarked, “Painting can be quite time–consuming. Crafting a quality piece may require ten days to half a month. To ensure charity isn’t hindered why don’t we auction our existing artworks?”
Winona’s proposal did indeed make sense. Once more, everyone nodded in
agreement
Every individual in the gathering was either a member of the Painting Association or held significant recognition in the art community. As a result, there were a plethora of exceptional artworks available for auction.
Ofta on the other hand arrived alone and without any artwork in tow.
Around noon everyone took a break and went out for lunch.
inona reclined in a lounge chair, closing her eyes to relax.
Her assistant. Clarissa, who was seated nearby, mumbled, “Winona, why don’t you suggest having Olivia paint it live? She’s been away from painting for years, so she’s probably out of practice. She might end up embarrassing herself.”
inona chuckled. Without opening her eyes, she spoke casually. “It would be too
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perest if we deliberately make things difficult for her. What one person desires, exy as well. It’s better to be magnanimoux and allow her to select the finest
As he brought up this topic. Wmona’s eyes formed a sly crescent shape, her comedysing a chilly and disdainful expression. “She’s been under Mrs. Zebs’s tage for countless Fears, yet none of her artworks have gained recognition. It’s clear her skills are subpar. Even if I extend the offer for her to select the finest piece she likely won’t possess one”
Clarissa tally comprehended Winona’s motive and couldn’t help but chuckle, giving her a thumbs up “Winona, you’re truly considerate,” she praised. Following Auch, everyone reconvened and assembled in the third–floor hall. A few individuals couldn’t help but express their curiosity upon noticing Olivia’s empty–handed arrival. “Ms. Taylor, you didn’t return to fetch your artwork?” Olivia responded nonchalantly. “There’s no need to return for it. Here-” Before she could complete her sentence, Clarissa burst into laughter. “Ms. Taylor, you don’t have any artworks, do you?”
Winona interrupted firmly. “Hush, what nonsense are you saying?”
Clarissa felt aggrieved. Tm not saying nonsense. Olivia didn’t have any works to start with. Despite being Mrs. Liebsig’s disciple, she’s virtually unknown, and she Jacks any artworks. She’s tarnishing Mrs. Liebsig’s reputation for no reason.” Despite the emotional tone in Clarissa’s words, they held a degree of validity. Among Mrs. Liebsig’s six disciples, the remaining five were well–known figures in the art world. It was solely Olivia who lacked this recognition, and it indeed seemed quite embarrassing.
A meddlesome individual even attempted to stir the pot. “Ms. Taylor is only a few years younger than Ms. Manson. Ms. Manson has garnered fame for several years, whereas Ms. Taylor remains relatively unknown. The contrast is quite stark.”
I heard that in the past, Mrs. Liebsig had to decide between Ms. Manson and Ms. Taylor, and she ultimately picked Ms. Taylor. Well… even the wise can make mistakes, the busybody added, trying to fuel the fire.
The Painting Association was not a cohesive unit. While everyone held Mrs. Liebsig in high regard. Vice–President Milton had been experiencing a
remarkable upturn in his fortunes lately. His wealth had soared, and he had long aspired to secure a full–time position.
Vice–President Milton raised his hand to quieten the clamor. “Let’s not cause such a ruckus. It’s not appropriate.”
He then directed his attention to Olivia, wearing a frown. “Ms. Taylor, now that you’ve consented to auction your artworks, you must produce quality paintings. Otherwise, if your pieces are included alongside the other works of the Painting Association, it might give the impression that a Painting Association member is
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Ozymandias had been positioned behind Olivia all along. Hearing this, he couldn’t hold back any longer and sneered, “How intriguing. Since when did Olivia state that she won’t be providing any artworks? Have you already seen her creations? It appears you’re underestimating her. Do you happen to possess clairvoyance or the ability to predict the future?”
“Then why don’t you present your artwork?” Clarissa scoffed and approached The Girl Gracefully Performing Ballet. She bore a smug expression. “This is Winona’s masterpiece. It has received unanimous acclaim from everyone in the Painting Association, including President Luo, who has awarded it a perfect 6 out of 6 points. There’s no need for Ms. Taylor’s work to excel; it just needs to reach 2 points to match Winona’s creation.”
“Isn’t this standard quite reasonable?” she inquired, addressing Vice–President Milton.
Vice–President Milton nodded in agreement. “A score of 2 points is indeed not demanding. Anything lower than that would compromise the association’s reputation.”
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You truly have no sense of self–awareness!” Ozymandias sneered. He proceeded to the wall directly in front of him and removed the painting hanging there. Observing his brusque behavior, Winona instinctively furrowed her brow and inquired in a hushed tone, “Why are you taking down the Sketcher’s painting?” Vice–President Milton likewise appeared distressed. “Handle it more delicately, more delicately. There’s only one work by Sketcher in this art gallery. It was quite a hassle for me to secure it on loan.”
This art gallery was owned by the Milton family.
The painting was delivered to Olivia’s side. Olivia lowered her gaze to study the artwork, then raised her eyes and declared impassively, “I won’t be lending it to you at the moment.”
While speaking, she raised a hand and claimed the painting. Placing it nonchalantly on the table, she remarked casually, “I’ll auction this piece.” The moment she concluded her statement, the room abruptly hushed, resembling a tomb in its stillness.
Summned, everyone in the room was left speechless, their voices seemingly deserting them.
Winona was the first to recover, her eyes widening in astonishment. She fixed her gaze on Olivia Taylor and exclaimed, “You’re Sketcher!”
Before Olivia could respond, Ozymandias interjected with a flabbergasted expression. “You people, do you even possess a single functioning brain cell? All this time, Sketcher has been contributing paintings through my master, Mrs. Liebsig. This style of painting is clearly not my master’s work. Furthermore, she has six disciples, and every one of them has their own renowned creations. Even if you engage your lowest cognitive faculties, you should have deduced that Sketcher is Olivia!”
“No, this can’t be real,” Winona muttered, her expression dazed. Reflecting on her previous boast about her 60% Sketcher’s level, she felt an overwhelming urge to find a place to hide.
She ruminated, “This is humiliating, utterly humiliating!
“I can’t even bring myself to face anyone!”
Winona had shed her previous arrogance and now sat huddled on the sidelines, her countenance riddled with remorse.
Vice–President Milton remained composed. He wore a perplexed expression as he regarded Olivia. “Given that you’re Sketcher, why didn’t you disclose your true identity sooner? Why keep it concealed?”
Mrs. Liebsig positioned herself protectively in front of Olivia. With a gentle smile,
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she gazed up at Vice–President Milton and clarified. “My disciple felt she wasn’t a proficient artist. She was concerned about humiliating herself, which is why she concealed her identity
Upon hearing these words, everyone in the room exhibited a wide range of indescribable expressions.
They couldn’t help but ponder, “With such levels of expertise, she still claimed that her drawing skills were subpar. In that case, what were we even painting? Stick figures?”
Mrs. Liebsig’s gaze shifted from the painting before her to the individuals present, her tone now tinged with seriousness. “Since when has the Painting Association taken such a downward turn? First, there was vocal support for a plagiarist, and now there’s belittlement from above!
“Why must my disciple be obliged to paint and gain fame as an artist? Must my disciple be subjected to ridicule and exclusion simply for not being a skilled painter?
“What kind of deplorable atmosphere is this?”
As Mrs. Liebsig continued to express her thoughts, her anger grew more palpable. “If Olivia hadn’t disclosed her role as Sketcher today, would you still be so reluctant to move on?! The initial purpose of the Painting Association was to foster artistic creation and theoretical exploration. It was meant to safeguard the art of painting and encourage the growth and flourishing of our local art scene, not to foster rivalry and exclusion.
“I won’t dwell on this any longer. Each of you, take some time to introspect.” Mrs. Liebsig had remained silent until now, carefully observing everyone’s reactions. Throughout her tenure, the Painting Association had made steady progress under her guidance. She had believed that selecting talented members was of utmost importance, but she had neglected their ethical conduct.
It appeared that the moment had arrived for a reorganization of the Painting Association.
Mrs. Liebsig escorted Olivia, holding her hand, and spoke with a tone of apology, “Olivia, it’s my responsibility. I never anticipated Winona’s extreme and intolerant stance. She’s a gifted and hardworking young woman, and she greatly admires your work. I had hoped that introducing you to her would lead to a valuable friendship, but I didn’t foresee…”
A profound sense of guilt overwhelmed Mrs. Liebsig, nearly consuming her entirely.
Despite the fact that today’s events were instigated by others, as the president, she couldn’t absolve herself of responsibility.
Olivia rested her head on Mrs. Liebsig’s shoulder. Her tone, once frigid, had transformed into one of deep admiration. “I should be the one apologizing. If I hadn’t insisted on concealing my true identity, you wouldn’t have been unjustly
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“Naïve child,” Mrs. Liebsig affectionately patted her hand. “Why dwell on this? You’re my student. If I can’t shield you, then who else should I safeguard? If you ever think you’ve disappointed me, just channel that energy into your art Olivia beamed and beckoned Bettany over. “Mrs. Liebsig, behold, the seventh student I’ve discovered for you. Would you like to have a look?”
Mrs. Liebsig observed Bettany for a moment and nodded with approval. “Impressive.”
Bettany stood by, her face flushed with embarrassment. She yearned to speak but found herself without the opportunity. Finally, in a tone of despair, she managed to murmur, “No, no, I can’t draw anymore.”
“What happened?”
Everyone asked.
Bettany raised her right hand, wearing a fragile expression. “This hand has suffered from tendon injuries, and I can’t maintain a steady grip on the pen.” she explained.
After uttering those words, she closed her eyes in resignation.
Painting had been her lifelong dream. She had a passion for sketching from a very young age, aspiring to become a renowned artist and host her own art exhibition. Little did she anticipate that a day would come when she could no longer wield her brush.
Just as Bettany was anticipating the remorseful sighs of those around her, a gentle hand covered her wrist.
Bettany opened her eyes and gazed at Olivia, puzzled by her grasp on her wrist. Olivia checked Bettany’s pulse and applied gentle pressure for a moment. After a careful examination, she asserted, “It’s a minor issue. It can be treated.”
“What the hell?
“What did Olivia just say?”
Bettany was left dumbfounded. The shock was so intense that it felt as if her soul had nearly departed her body.
She vigorously rubbed her face and fixed her gaze on Olivia. “Olivia, what did you just say?”
Elena couldn’t bear to see her like this any longer and guided her to the side.
Come on, come on, don’t be so disheartened. Miss Taylor mentioned it can be treated. Didn’t you catch that?”
Bettany was in disbelief. Even when she returned to the Smith family and sat on the sofa in the room, she still looked like she was in a daze.
Elena waved two fingers in front of her eyes. “Snap out of it, wake up.”
Bettany grabbed Elena’s hand in utter disbelief. “Can Olivia really heat my hand “Absolutely,” Elena stated confidently. “This is a minor issue. Miss Taylor’s medien expertise is remarkable.”
Bettany still found it hard to believe. She extended her finger and remarked, “Sh can make sandwiches, she knows medicine, she’s into scientific research, and she’s an artist too… Olivia is just incredibly talented. Is there anything in the world that Olivia doesn’t know?”
“Is there anything in the world that Olivia doesn’t know?”
Elen cupped her chin and pondered deeply.
After Bettany finished her sigh, she noticed Elena lost in thought and gave her a gentle nudge. “Hey, Elena, why the daydreaming? What’s on your mind?” Elena furrowed her brow. “I’m pondering, is there anything in this world that Miss Taylor isn’t knowledgeable about?”
Bettany asked, “Have you thought of it?”
Elena became exasperated and shook her head. “No, I can’t come up anything.”
Bettany was speechless.
“That’s a bit of an overstatement, Elena.
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At that moment, Bettany believed that Elena was simply exaggerating and making a jest. It wasn’t until several years later that Bettany came to understand that Elena had been genuinely contemplating whether Olivia had any knowledge gaps. Indeed, there truly existed a genius like Olivia in this world!
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As Olivia and her group departed, Winona cast a gaze at the figures in front of her. She quietly lowered her eyes, and her glance was brimming with animosity.
Clarissa trembled slightly. Summoning her courage, she spoke, “Why bother comparing to her previous accomplishments? If she is capable, demonstrate it here and now. After all, Sketcher hasn’t touched a brush in years. Maybe she’s lost her touch and can’t even produce a complete painting anymore.”
Her words resonated with many present. The art of painting was akin to navigating against a flowing river; if one didn’t progress, they regressed. Observing how Olivia had dedicated herself to various endeavors for many years, conducting research and building connections with the wealthiest individuals, it was apparent that she had very little time for painting.
“Her present abilities might not even measure up to those of the examination candidates,” thought they. Even though everyone held this sentiment, they refrained from vocalizing it. Expressing such thoughts would be quite impolite, but it did bring a sense of relief to many.
Ozymandias didn’t depart. He remained in his position. Upon hearing Clarissa’s comments, he huffed, “You should be thankful that Olivia is showcasing her previous work. If she were to create one right now, your Ms. Manson might not even measure up to her.”
“Nonsense!” Clarissa couldn’t accept his statement. “Olivia hasn’t painted for many years. How could she have improved? Winona has been dedicated to the art world. Both at home and abroad, she has garnered recognition.”
Some individuals who believed they were impartial nodded in accord with Clarissa. They believed Ozymandias’s words were unfounded. “Ozymandias, we understand your loyalty to your elder sister, but you should substantiate your claims. You’re a budding artist with a degree of renown yourself. How can you utter baseless remarks?
“This could lead students to misinterpret and assume they can enhance their skills without diligent study and practice. Such thinking is misguided,” they added.
“Exactly! You mustn’t entertain such notions. It’s okay to favor Olivia, but making baseless claims is unacceptable.” The sentiment was echoed by the group, with many feeling Ozymandias’s comments had gone too far.
Sketcher was unquestionably exceptional in the past and produced a series of remarkable pieces, but that was five to six years ago.
After so many years without wielding a paintbrush and producing any new artwork, merely maintaining his prior level was an accomplishment in itself. How could he have possibly improved? Some even saw this as an attempt to diminish Winona’s talent.
It was excessive!
“That’s your perspective,” Ozymandias maintained a stoic expression. “I concede that art benefits from ongoing practice, but who decrees that you can’t make progress outside this field? On what grounds do you pass judgment on Olivia based on your personal beliefs? Just because you haven’t improved doesn’t imply that she won’t.”
Someone, clearly incensed, retorted, “You’re all talk. If she has got the skills, prove it with her artwork.” Upon Mrs. Liebsig’s return from bidding farewell to Olivia, she could already hear a tumultuous clamor from inside the building before stepping through the entrance.
She furrowed her brow and gently pushed the door open, inquiring, “What’s all the arguing about?” Mrs. Liebsig held a distinguished reputation. While she held a special regard for her disciples, she had consistently maintained fairness and objectivity when dealing with others.
Shortly after, someone approached Mrs. Liebsig and expressed a complaint about Ozymandias. “Mrs. Liebsig, Ozymandias was excessively boasting earlier. He asserted that Olivia’s art has remarkably improved, and Ms. Manson can’t even compare to her.”
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Mrs. Liebsig fell silent.
Observing this, the individual who had filed the complaint cast a smug glance in Ozymandias’s direction and thought to themselves, “Just wait to face the criticism.”
Ultimately, Mrs. Liebsig’s subsequent statement was, “Indeed, that’s not far from the truth. Olivia’s artistic skills have shown remarkable progress. I would estimate that Ms. Manson’s abilities are perhaps only about 50% of Olivia’s.”
The moment she finished speaking, an astonished hush fell over the crowd.
The individual who had raised the complaint was left dumbfounded. He gazed at Mrs. Liebsig in bewilderment and asked, “Mrs. Liebsig, are you serious?”
“Why would I joke?” Mrs. Liebsig chuckled. “When it comes to Olivia’s artistry, it may not be distinguished compared to other works with strong artistic conceptions. However, Winona is learning from Olivia, making the comparison easier.”
Having said that, she lifted her chin and motioned to Ozymandias. “Bring that painting here.”
After delivering her directives, Mrs. Liebsig displayed a slight hint of embarrassment. “This is a portrait that Olivia created for my birthday celebration. I shouldn’t have displayed it, but there’s no harm in everyone having a look. It’s a valuable opportunity for me to expand my knowledge.” Ozymandias’s steps were swift, and it didn’t take long for him to present the portrait.
The crowd gathered to examine the portrait, and an immediate hush fell over them.
After a moment, someone suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, did you all notice? Mrs. Liebsig is smiling at me in the painting.
“That’s not accurate,” someone nearby countered. “She’s not smiling. She’s looking at someone with a serious expression.
“No, no,” another voice chimed in. “I believe she looks curious as if she’s examining me with interest.” The argument among them continued without resolution. Eventually, they swapped positions and fell into silence once again.
It turned out that this painting portrayed various expressions when viewed from different angles. This technique was utterly astonishing, truly at its zenith.
A profound silence lingered among everyone for a considerable duration.
Even Winona remained silent. She clenched her fingers tightly, as if she had endured a significant blow. Once Mrs. Liebsig came back, Ozymandias assisted her into the car and grumbled, “Mrs. Liebsig, why didn’t you allow me to take the other artwork?”
This painting was created by Olivia several years ago, but it wasn’t her most recent one. Her latest piece depicted the banquet that had been delivered just a few days ago. In it, everyone’s expressions were unique, each lost in their own thoughts. Every single detail was executed flawlessly.
Ozymandias genuinely believed that the painting was nearly as exceptional as a renowned masterpiece. Mrs. Liebsig shook her head and sighed. “The tallest tree in the forest eventually gets cut down. Olivia has other priorities. There’s no need to pursue excessive fame in the art world. Reputation is a double–edged sword; if it becomes too heavy, it can burden you.”
Ozymandias was still quite young and didn’t fully grasp the meaning of this statement. He just couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret. “Olivia was incredibly talented, so why had she chosen to abandon her art? “What a pity!”
As Winona departed, she radiated a melancholic aura. Prior to viewing Mrs. Liebsig’s portrait, she had been harboring some discontent and disdain towards Olivia, tinged with a subtle hint of jealousy. However, after seeing it, all she could feel was a profound sense of despair. There was no room for jealousy anymore.
The other person was slightly taller than her, but that didn’t stop her from feeling jealousy.
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However, when the other person far surpassed her and was perpetually inferior to her jealousy couldn’t find a foothold
All that remained was admiration and a sense of powerlessnesa
“How could this be!” Winona found it unbelievable. “Olivia was still so young. How could she possess sach an astonishing level of skills
“Could there truly exist such a prodigy in the world!”
“Winona?” Clarissa gazed at Winona attentively, refraining from speaking too loudly.
Winona shook her head. Tm alright”
She felt somewhat fatigued and wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Waving her hand, she leaned back against the car seat to rest.
Clarissa didn’t want to disturb Winona, in the retreated to a corner of the car and made a phone call
Clarissa’s body tensed, and her face displayed a profound are of shock
Winona noticed Clara a unual reaction. She opened her eyes and inquired, “What’s the matter?
Clarissa hastily cored. That examine was Dots, and the been arrested
“Was she really arrested Winona farrowed her bow and presed on “What else do you know This news alone didn’t seem mough to cun Clarisa. There had to be more to the story
“Alo” Clara nodded with enthusiasm. “There’s another crucial piece of news. You know how I’ve always been curious about whree Me Sullivan wee during that year he disappeared! It’s been a well–guarded secret, and I’ve been unable to uncover any information But, right after Mr. Sullivan a return from his disappearance, there was a numer that he was going to be engaged to Miss Turner. It caused quite a stir at the time. However, what ad is that the engagement between the two families never actually happened It was just a brief rumor Soon after Miss Turner went abroad
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Clarissa swallowed hand and went on. “We had someone reach out to Miss Turner, and after a few inquiries, it became clear that Miss Turner is privy to where Mr. Sullivan went during that mysterious year of his disappearance. She even possesses knowledge about Andrew’s mother?”
“What did you say?” Winona exclaimed in excitement, sitting up
Clarissa was equally thrilled Olona, Miss Turner has already come back to the country, and should disembark the plane right away”
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However, when the other person far surpassed her and was perpetually inferior to her, jealousy couldn’t find a foothold.
All that remained was admiration and a sense of powerlessness.
“How could this be?” Winona found it unbelievable. “Olivia was still so young. How could she possess such an astonishing level of skill?
“Could there truly exist such a prodigy in the world?”
“Winona?” Clarissa gazed at Winona attentively, refraining from speaking too loudly.
Winona shook her head. “I’m alright.”
She felt somewhat fatigued and wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Waving her hand, she leaned back against the car seat to rest.
Clarissa didn’t want to disturb Winona, so she retreated to a corner of the car and made a phone call. Clarissa’s body tensed, and her face displayed a profound sense of shock.
Winona noticed Clarissa’s unusual reaction. She opened her eyes and inquired, ‘What’s the matter?” Clarissa hastily conveyed, “That examinee was Doris, and she’s been arrested.”
“Was she really arrested?” Winona furrowed her brow and pressed on, “What else do you know?” This news alone didn’t seem enough to stun Clarissa. There had to be more to the story.
“Also,” Clarissa nodded with enthusiasm. There’s another crucial piece of news. You know how I’ve always been curious about where Mr. Sullivan went during that year he disappeared? It’s been a well–guarded secret, and I’ve been unable to uncover any information. But, right after Mr. Sullivan’s return from his disappearance, there was a rumor that he was going to be engaged to Miss Turner. It caused quite a stir at the time. However, what’s odd is that the engagement between the two families never actually happened. It was just a brief rumor. Soon after, Miss Turner went abroad.
Clarissa swallowed hard and went on, “We had someone reach out to Miss Turner, and after a few inquiries, it’s become clear that Miss Turner is privy to where Mr. Sullivan went during that mysterious year of his disappearance. She even possesses knowledge about Andrew’s mother!”
“What did you say!” Winona exclaimed in excitement, sitting up.
Clarissa was equally thrilled. “Olivia, Miss Turner has already come back to the country, and should disembark the plane right away.
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