At this moment, Nathan's expression was unexpectedly calm. Suzanne didn't take Lindsey's words to heart. Instead, the person she cared about had always been Nathan. "Lindsey," Suzanne said, "I never claimed to be Inkwell, nor have I used her reputation for personal gain. On what grounds does she have to sue me?" Lindsey sneered. "Oh, you don't know? Wendy spent a tidy sum to restore that crappy painting of yours. She even sold the painting for five million dollars." Suzanne clenched her fists as her chest tightened with anger. She hadn't expected this to happen. She had deliberately ruined the painting, yet Wendy managed to find someone to restore it. It was even sold at a high price. Suzanne had been keeping tabs on this Inkwell person who seemed to appear out of thin air. At first, she thought Inkwell was just going to make a brief appearance. However, Suzanne didn't expect Inkwell to capitalize on her fame and make money through livestreaming. Apart from product endors
However, Suzanne's appreciative words grated against Nathan's ears harshly. The temperature around them seemed to drop below freezing point from his icy demeanor. They locked eyes, but neither of them said anything. Suddenly, Sally's voice came from the guest room, "Nate, I specially decorated the room for you. Come and see if you like it." She walked over to Nathan and linked her arm with his. However, Nathan's expression remained impassive as he pushed Sally's hand away. He turned and walked over to the door of the guest room in silence.Sally took two steps toward Nathan. Then, she glanced back at Suzanne and shot her a provocative smirk. She looked smug, as if she had triumphed over Suzanne. Suzanne didn't let her get away with her. She retorted, "Nathan isn't moving in to sleep with you. What's there to be proud of?" Sally was completely dumbfounded when she heard Suzanne's words. She never expected Suzanne to call her out and interpret her expression so directly. Natha
Before anyone could say anything, Suzanne pushed her plate away and demanded angrily, "Lindsey, just tell me if you have any grievances against me. Don't resort to such lowly tactics. It's very unbecoming." The reason Lindsey dared to bully Suzanne so openly was because Nathan moved out of the master bedroom and slept in the guest room last night. She was certain Nathan harbored extreme disgust toward Suzanne, just like everyone else in the room. Lindsey gestured at the others with a sweeping motion and said, "It's not just me who dislikes you. Every single person here despises a despicable woman like you. Don't you know what kind of person you are? Are you not self-aware?" Gary spoke up with a hint of anger, "Lin, that's going too far." Displeased, Lindsey said, "Gary, stay out of this. Today, I will clean up the trash in the Morrison family. We absolutely cannot let this woman continue staying in this house and tarnishing our family's reputation."I've already contacted th
Tears welled up in Suzanne's eyes as she felt inexplicably touched. Despite the possibility of her being misled, Nathan's words made Suzanne feel warm and fuzzy inside. However, it was still a fact that Nathan did move out of their bedroom last night. He was genuinely being cold and distant toward her. Suzanne couldn't help feeling confused by his actions. This man really knew how to play with one's feelings, alternating between hot and cold. Suzanne withdrew her hand slowly and shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere. I choose to stay here." Nathan's gaze was fixed on Suzanne as he pointed at Lindsey's ugly expression. "It's tough to live with a shrew like her. Either you stoop to her level, or she would trample you under her feet." Lindsey stood up with her hands on her hips. She reprimanded him angrily, "You brat, how dare you call me a shrew?" Nathan only had eyes for Suzanne. He didn't respond to Lindsey and even ignored everyone else. Pursing her lips, Suzanne final
The rest of them left the dining table eagerly and followed suit. …The reception hall in the side wing was where the Morrisons held large banquets. The space was bright, spacious, and well-lit. There were many people present, including media reporters, a team of lawyers, professional appraisers from the Artists Association, and even renowned experts in the field of art. Inkwell and her assistant were the last to arrive. Inkwell was taken aback when she saw the massive gathering. She thought it was a private invitation from the Morrison family, but the scene before her resembled a press conference. Upon entering the hall, she immediately turned to leave. Unfortunately, Inkwell and her assistant ran into Suzanne just as they took two steps out of the hall. Suzanne recognized Inkwell from the video that revealed her face. She called out hastily, "Ms. Inkwell, where are you going?" Inkwell stopped in her tracks and turned to Suzanne with a displeased expression. When the re
Nathan looked into Suzanne's clear eyes and realized her gaze had changed. The certainty in her eyes exuded confidence and self-assurance. Her timidity and self-doubt had inexplicably disappeared. Nevertheless, Nathan decided he would stand behind Suzanne regardless of whether she could resolve the situation or not. He would be her strongest support and back her up. "Alright," Nathan replied and gave Cole a meaningful look. Cole understood immediately and led the soldiers to retreat outside the door. At this moment, Inkwell lost her initial confidence. She turned to the reporters and said, "Everyone, thank you for your hard work today. I have decided not to pursue the matter of Ms. York copying my work and selling it for five million dollars under my name." Lindsey's expression darkened, and she grabbed Inkwell's arm, muttering, "What are you doing? Didn't we agree on this earlier?"Inkwell lowered her voice, "Haven't you figured it out yet? General Morrison is clearly on hi
The phone rang several times before a woman answered the call in Sunterlish, "Hello, who is this?" Feeling very nervous, Suzanne took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. She replied in Sunterlish as well, "Hello, Mrs. Potter. Do you remember me?" Emma Potter sounded surprised, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "You… are you Inkwell?" "Mrs. Potter, so you still remember my voice?" Suzanne felt relieved. A few days ago, she found the number of the orphanage director. Inkwell had registered her social media account under the director back then. If Suzanne was Inkwell, they should have often talked over the phone previously, even if they had never met in person before. Today, she was forced to take a gamble, but she didn't expect to win the bet. Suzanne was quite sure that she was Inkwell herself. Emma's voice choked up, "Of course I remember. Oh my goodness, it really is you! Inkwell, have you been well for the past three years? Where are you? Is everything g
Before "Inkwell" could make a move, Suzanne had picked up the paintbrush. Despite her memory loss, she had no intention of relying on her previous works. Instinctively, she smoothed out the paper before beginning to paint."That's definitely Inkwell. I'd recognize those beautiful fingers anywhere," one viewer remarked."I knew it! Those hands are unmistakable. She's the real deal," exclaimed another."It's been three years since we've seen Inkwell. What masterpiece will she create this time?" someone mused."Support Inkwell! I can hear the charities weeping tears of joy over her paintings once again," another urged. The reporters watched Suzanne at work with a mixture of awe and admiration, moved by the outpouring of support in the comments. Deep down, they had unequivocally acknowledged Suzanne as the true Inkwell and felt honored to capture her remarkable moments firsthand.Sally seethed with frustration at the sudden turn of events. Under the scrutiny of cameras and branded