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
As the assistant made a dash for the door, they were intercepted by Norvanian military soldiers. The lawyer quickly interjected, "We could sue you for defamation."However, the appraiser sneered in response. "Watch your own back. That woman has committed a crime."In a panic, the imposter fought her way through the crowd, attempting to flee. Onlookers observed her futile attempt to reach the exit before being apprehended by the waiting soldiers."What are you doing? Let go of me! I'm calling the police!" she protested as she struggled against them."No need. We'll take you there ourselves," Cole retorted.With that, the imposter and her assistant were escorted away in a technical vehicle and transported to the police. Back in the hall, the remaining spectators were left with mixed emotions.In particular, Lindsey wore a somber expression at the unexpected revelation. Despite their initial reluctance, Duke and Layla begrudgingly acknowledged Suzanne as Inkwell.In contrast to t
Nathan strolled over to Suzanne, captivated by her portrayal of his backyard on canvas. "I'm offering a hundred million for this masterpiece. Any particular charity in mind?" he inquired with genuine interest.Caught off guard, Suzanne hesitated before responding, "Any charity will do…"Locking eyes with her, Nathan directed Cole. "Arrange a one hundred million donation to an educational institution in rural areas."While Cole hastened to carry out the order, Suzanne carefully rolled up her artwork and handed it to Nathan. "On behalf of the institution, we express our deepest gratitude," Suzanne stated earnestly.As Nathan accepted the painting, his stern expression softened into a smile. Confused by the distant exchange, the onlookers couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of Nathan and Suzanne's relationship.Meanwhile, the internet erupted with excitement over the breaking news. Inkwell, the acclaimed painter, had returned after three years to expose her imitator
Nathan peered into Suzanne's bright and hopeful eyes, captivated by her gentle yet resolute demeanor. Despite her apparent meekness, she exuded a quiet confidence and radiance.As Nathan remained silent, Suzanne grew uneasy and hurriedly asked, "Can you help me run a background check on Inkwell? I'm curious to uncover the truth behind this persona.""I've previously looked into them. They've covered their tracks well," Nathan replied.Suzanne persisted, "Are you certain there's nothing to uncover?""The only lead we have is your voice during conversations with charity institutions. Mrs. Potter has confirmed your identity as Inkwell earlier," Nathan explained.Suzanne was about to refute his assertion when doubt crept in. She cast a nervous glance at Nathan, unsure whether she could trust him."Can I trust you, Nathan?" she asked for assurance.Yet, Nathan let out a wry chuckle. "What do you think?"Suzanne hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. Too many weird things ha