A happy smile adorned Sally's face. Her excitement seemed a little over the top, as though she was trying to show off."Really? Wendy and Cheryl want to show me something amazing? Wow, I can't wait to see it!"Then, she nodded at Suzanne before continuing politely, "Well then, Suzanne, Madam Florence and I will be taking our leave. We'll hang out with you later."After that, Sally and Florence walked away happily while holding hands.Suzanne felt hollow on the inside. She didn't know what else to feel at the moment. Hence, she could only sink back into her chair and take a sip from her glass of lemon water.She remained silent as though she was an outsider merely spectating the banquet. Her presence formed a jarring contrast to the boisterous banquet that was going on in full swing around her. It made her look extremely out of place.Ten minutes later, Sally returned to Suzanne's table. This time, she brought Wendy Lynch, the eldest sister-in-law, and Cheryl Manson, the second
Nathan was clad in a custom-made black tuxedo. Not only did it bring out the outline of his lean figure, but it also made him look elegant and refined. He looked extremely handsome in it.Suzanne could only stare into Nathan's mesmerizing eyes. Whenever she saw him, her heart would start pounding wildly. She tended to freeze up as well.Right now, she was so nervous that she didn't know what to say.Meanwhile, a small frown graced Nathan's features as he studied Suzanne's appearance. A hint of disappointment flickered across his eyes.He respected Suzanne's decision. That was why he didn't force her to wear the dress, nor did he question her why she didn't wear it."Have you met Grandma yet?" Nathan asked coolly.Suzanne shook her head wordlessly in response. She was afraid that the trembling in her voice might betray her feelings of sadness and aggrievance if she were to speak.Nathan was the type whose presence could reassure Suzanne greatly. She wanted nothing more than to re
Feeling quite touched, Suzanne turned to look up at Nathan, who stood next to her. He was only six feet tall, yet he exhibited a powerful air that made him look reliable and dependable.Sally approached Vera with a paper tube in hand. She flashed her a smile before saying, "Grandma, I'm Sally Hoffis. Do you still remember me?"Vera's smile slowly faded away as she narrowed her eyes in response. Of course, she'd always remember that homewrecker's stupid face."Not really," Vera replied lightly.Sally didn't mind that answer at all. It was completely normal for Vera to forget her, seeing as she had Alzheimer's.She couldn't care less about what Vera thought. All she wanted to do was steal the thunder at the birthday banquet so that she could leave an even more flawless impression on Nathan and the Morrisons.Sally wanted to amaze everyone in the banquet hall with both her beauty and her compassion for Vera."Bring them in!" she ordered loudly.A few housekeepers moved a few table
Suzanne felt awkward because of Vera's sudden shout. Her cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment.But Vera intended to humiliate Sally in public, so she pointed at the painting. "It's fine if this is an imitation. Thank you for the gift, but please don't tell anyone you meet that this painting is authentic."Everyone in the banquet hall was stunned.Sally's complexion paled for a moment before her cheeks turned crimson out of fury. "What do you know about paintings?" she questioned Suzanne. "Do you even know the art of ink painting? Have you ever seen an actual painting created by Inkwell? Who gave you the right to call my painting an imitation?"Suzanne was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If she was proven to be wrong, then she'd end up humiliating herself in front of everyone.However, Vera didn't think of it that way.Only experts in art could tell authentic paintings from their fake counterparts when it came to famous paintings. Since someone had claimed that Sally'
Suzanne could only look at Nathan helplessly. Confusion and uneasiness filled her beautiful eyes.Nathan felt as though his heart had melted into a puddle. Never did he realize that Suzanne's helpless and vulnerable gaze would leave such a huge impact on him.He walked over to Suzanne and leaned in to murmur into her ear. "Suzanne, all the guests here are our friends and family. To tell you the truth, no one cares about the authenticity of famous paintings or your skill level. "This is just an event that's thrown in to please Grandma. It's fine as long as you show her how much you care for her. Everything else doesn't matter, so you don't have to care about it. Just paint whatever you want."Nathan's words reassured Suzanne greatly.He continued, "Do you know how to imitate paintings?"Suzanne replied, albeit in an uncertain manner, "Yeah, I guess. It's easy to imitate other paintings."Nathan said reassuringly, "Then, you can imitate one of Inkwell's paintings. The painting be
"I'm so lucky to be able to meet you while I'm still alive, Inkwell! You're my favorite artist!""It turns out that you really are a young woman, Inkwell! I used to watch your painting videos. When I saw your dainty hands, I figured that you must be a woman. "But your artwork depicts the determination and grit commonly found in ambitious men. All of your paintings are so majestic that I can't help but marvel in awe.""Your ink wash paintings are extremely poetic and breathtaking. There are so many elements and hidden meanings in your artwork. I really, really like them."Suzanne was disoriented from the things she had just heard. She could only stay rooted to the spot, shell-shocked, as she was unable to register what was going on.Vera, on the other hand, had already teared up from how emotional she was. She knew from the start that Suzanne was extremely talented. However, she didn't realize that Suzanne was actually a famous painter who had never revealed her identity before.
A few days later, Cole was in Nathan's office, reporting on his investigation."Mr. Morrison, the account Inkwell has used to upload her videos was created by a public account under an orphanage in Sunterland. "The donations and subs she earns from her streams are directed into the bank account of this particular orphanage as well. But the director of the orphanage told me that she had never seen Inkwell in person."The channel Inkwell uses to sell her artwork is quite special, too. She auctions her paintings away on the Internet. "The account numbers used to accept the payment are all linked to orphanages and charity organizations of various regions in the country. She's never touched any of the money."Also, Inkwell doesn't have a company or a team running things on her behalf. Whenever she streams, she remains silent the whole time. All she does is paint."Her account was last active three years ago. Since then, Inkwell has completely vanished from the face of the earth."N
Samuel was so frightened that his face went pale. He gritted his teeth while glaring at Suzanne angrily, though he soon backed away from her out of fear."You really are something else, huh, Suzanne! Just you wait! I'll definitely get my revenge!" he yelled.After that, he turned and fled from the scene with his tail tucked between his legs.Suzanne put her phone away while huffing in disdain. Clearly, she didn't take Samuel's warning to heart.A tall and lean man, exuding dominance, could be seen standing amidst the crowd some distance away from the stall. It was safe to say that he was the most attractive man in the crowd based on his extraordinary charm and the way he carried himself.Cole, who stood next to the man, remarked in a low tone, "Mr. Morrison, it seems that Mrs. Morrison has her own principles."Nathan made no response to the remark. Instead, he headed over to the stall in huge strides. Cole quickly trailed after him.Suzanne had just sat back down on the stool. S