The Wrong Woman

“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.”

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There are so many elements and hidden meanings in your artwork. 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.

Meanwhile, Sally was so pissed that her expression had gone thunderous. She initially wanted to embarrass Suzanne in public, but she never expected Suzanne to possess such a wondrous identity.

Her actions had inadvertently helped Suzanne in showing off and shocking everyone with her talent.

The Morrisons were also astonished by what had just happened.

None of them could barely think straight.

At that moment, Cole approached Nathan and handed him a phone respectfully. Nathan accepted it before playing the video that was displayed on the screen.

A pair of fair and dainty hands could be seen in the video. The background consisted of a piece of white paper, a paintbrush, and an inkpot.

Inkwell caressed the paper three times out of habit. After that, she started painting. There was a faint mole dotted on the back of her right hand.

Cole reported, “Mr. Morrison, Mrs. Morrison is most definitely Inkwell.”

Nathan closed the video before returning the phone to Cole. He instructed in a low tone, “I want you to investigate this account, including the company managing this account as well as the user who registered for this account. Also, I want you to investigate the channels she used to auction her paintings and donate her profits.”

“Yes, sir,” Cole replied before leaving the banquet hall.

After piecing together the clues hidden in the enthusiastic guests’ words, Suzanne finally found out about the truth. She dared not admit nor deny her alias as Inkwell simply because she couldn’t remember her past at all.

That was until she watched a video played on a phone that was handed to her by a random guest.

Others might mistake Inkwell’s hands for someone else’s, but

Suzanne could always recognize her own hands. She looked at them every day, after all. There was no way she’d mistake them for another person’s hands.

That meant she was most likely the painter in the video. Furthermore,

the painter’s habits and movements mirrored hers whenever she

painted.

Suzanne was shocked. She turned to gaze at Vera in confusion, noting the excitement dancing in Vera’s eyes. In fact, Vera looked extremely proud of her.

Helpless, Suzanne could only turn back to face Nathan. He still wore

a cold and impassive expression. He looked like he was deep in thought.

Meanwhile, a few people murmured among themselves, clearly displeased at Suzanne.

Cheryl muttered crossly, “Isn’t she supposed to be a sex worker? How could she be an artist? If her paintings can be sold for at least tens of millions of dollars, that means her net worth is extremely high.”

Wendy replied, “Hmph! Her paintings are just by-products of her fame. A company must have made her famous by branding her as a charitable person. This must be her method of earning so much. money in one go.”

“Still, Suzanne’s an extremely famous painter,” Cheryl retorted. “A person that talented won’t need to resort to selling her body for money, right?”

Wendy was rendered speechless.

Meanwhile, Florence had yet to recover from her shock. “Darling, could this be a mistake? How could our daughter-in-law be a prestigious artist?”

Gary replied, “I don’t think it’s a mistake. Just look at the ink wash painting Suzanne had just created. Someone’s already offering to buy it at a high price.”

Stunned, Florence finally squeezed out, “I heard the offer. He’s

offering a few million dollars for it. To think that she didn’t sell it to him in the end. What a fool.”

Gary chuckled in response. “Of course. If it turns out that Suzanne isn’t Inkwell, that transaction will be more than enough to prove her identity as a scammer.”

Florence fell silent at that.

Suzanne felt as if she was stuck in an emotional rollercoaster that kept going up and down. She spent the rest of the banquet looking dazed and disoriented. Once the banquet was over, Nathan’s

subordinate drove her back to her apartment.

On the way home, Suzanne kept racking her brain for any memories of her past. Unfortunately, she failed to remember anything. Of course, she dared not think about the possibility of her being an actual artist in the past.

Inkwell was a talented and kind artist with noble intentions. No.

matter how much Suzanne looked at it, she’d never be able to connect the dots between her and that particular alias.

She was very sure that something must be wrong.