Chapter 387 Something Wrong With the Tombstone

The woman in the painting appeared to be in her thirties. She had a classic oval face, gracefully arched eyebrows, and plump lips that seemed to carry a perpetual, enigmatic smile.

But lurking in her eyes was an unmistakable air of ambition, making her appear somewhat unapproachable.

Calista's artwork was exceptionally lifelike. It captured every detail, including the faint freckles beside the woman's nose bridge. Hugo furrowed his brows as he examined the woman in the painting.

"That's how she looked over a decade ago. She should be in her fifties now. Her looks hadn't changed much, but she's gathered a few more wrinkles over the years," Calista remarked.

The last time they had been in Apthon, she only managed to glimpse Julia's profile.

Worried that her portrayal might not be accurate and could mislead others, Calista had opted to depict Julia in her younger days.

Hugo carefully stowed away the painting and replied, "I can't put a name to her face."

He was confident this woman