The Wrong Woman

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 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 and auction her latest masterpiece for charity. The unexpected revelation sparked a global frenzy within the realms of art and charity alike.

Seizing the opportunity, a reporter approached Suzanne and started firing questions. “Would you mind an interview, Ms. Inkwell? Are you a Sunteri or Norvanian? Was your hiatus due to marriage with General

Morrison?”

“Why did you remain silent during the imposter’s reign? Can we expect more of your artwork in the future?” another reporter pressed.

The crowd of reporters encircled Suzanne and bombarded her with inquiries. Flustered, Suzanne instinctively retreated. Unbeknownst to her, the Morrisons watched the scene with a mix of emotions.

Witnessing Suzanne’s discomfort, Nathan exchanged a look with Cole, who promptly instructed the soldiers to usher the reporters back.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Nathan took Suzanne’s hand and guided her discreetly through a side door, leaving Cole to handle the persistent press.

“That’s all for today, folks. As you can see, Ms. Suzanne York is the real Inkwell. However, now isn’t the time for questions. Please, return, “Cole announced.

Refusing to leave empty-handed, the reporters turned their atter to the Morrisons for clarification. Dumbfounded, the Morrisons struggled to maintain composure while concealing their true feelin

Amidst the chaos, Sally noticed Suzanne and Nathan’s disappearance and hurriedly left to search for them,

Arriving in the back garden, she found no trace of the pair. Frustrated, she clenched her fists and stomped in anger.

She hadn’t expected that the organization would assign an idiot to impersonate Inkwell. That moron brought a knife to a gunfight and actually made a fool of herself in front of the real Inkwell.

If such an accident happened again, Sally feared that her true identity might soon be uncovered.

Consumed by fury, Sally crushed a handful of flowers and growled, “If I’d known you’d be such a nuisance, would’ve killed you from the

start.”

Meanwhile, Nathan led Suzanne to the greenhouse, where blooming flowers filled the space. Carefully withdrawing her hand, Suzanne looked up at Nathan with an anxious heart.

“Why have you brought me here?” she inquired.

“There’s nobody around to overhear our conversation,” Nathan

explained, leaning against the flower rack as his gaze fixed intently on Suzanne.

“Have your memories returned?” he asked. Suzanne shook her head in response.

Raising an eyebrow, Nathan continued, “Yet you seemed certain of being Inkwell just moments ago.”

Suzanne showed a faint smile. “If a few had told me I was Inkwell, I might have dismissed it as a mistake. But when everyone insists that I am the real Inkwell, their words must hold true. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

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