The Wrong Woman
Chapter 150

Chapter 150

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 pl previously, even if they had never met in person before. Today, 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 going well in your life? You suddenly disappeared without a word. I thought something bad had happened

to you."

Many people present could understand Sunterlish and were shocked by the content of their conversation over the phone. However, they remained skeptical and continued listening.

The color drained from Inkwell's face as she stared at her assistant

nervously. Her assistant's face turned ashen with shock and

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confusion.

Suzanne reassured Emma and asked hurriedly, "Mrs. Potter, I'm doing well. However, there's something I want to ask you. Why can't I log in to the public social media account that I opened under the name of the orphanage?"

Emma explained, "I don't have the password, and it's not me who logged in to the account. What's more, someone has stolen your account. She isn't Inkwell, and her voice is completely different.. "However, she has been using your name to scam people for money. What a despicable woman! I wanted to speak up for you, but I don't have any evidence."

"I see. Thank you so much, Mrs. Potter. I will handle this myself." After thanking the director, Suzanne ended the call and looked around at the reporters.

She continued speaking in Norvanese, "I'm sure many peop understand Sunterlish, right? This number is on the official web the orphanage in Sunterland. All of you can verify the authenticit yourselves." Feeling flustered from her guilty conscience, Inkwell retorted angril Your husband is the leader of the Norvanian military and has absolute power. It would be easy for him to convince someone to lie for your sake."

Suzanne's expression darkened. She had intended to resolve this matter amicably. However, this woman insisted on slandering the man whom she loved and admired the most. Suzanne decided not to show any mercy to this fraudster now.

She fixed a sharp glare on the woman claiming to be Inkwell and said coldly, "Stop with the act. The best proof of your identity is your real skill. Since we have invited so many lecturers and professional

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experts today, everything will be clear if you show your skill by painting on the spot."

At this moment, Taylor and Wendy chimed in, "Exactly! Your talent is the best proof of your identity. Why don't you show us your skill in front of all the reporters and experts right now?"

"Please make way, coming through..." Without waiting for Inkwell's response, Gary and Florence had instructed Edgar and the household staff to bring in two long tables. They even had all the painting. supplies ready.

They firmly believed that their youngest daughter-in-law was the real Inkwell and acted quickly to defend her honor.

The tables were placed in front of Suzanne and Inkwell respectively. After that, Gary and Florence turned to Suzanne with a warm smile and whispered softly, "Suzanne, do your best."

At that moment, Suzanne's eyes welled up with tears as her hea moved by their warm actions.

Taylor and Wendy shouted from the sidelines, "The one who ref to paint live on the spot is obviously the fake!"

They continued taunting loudly, causing the reporters to join in th clamor. Everyone seemed to be shouting simultaneously.

The number of livestream viewers had soared to tens of thousands.

The reporters could no longer resist and started speaking to the audience, "Hello to everyone watching this livestream. Who do you think is the real Inkwell, and who is the impersonator? While waiting, leave your guesses in the comments, and we hope that their artwork will reveal the truth."

Inkwell's face turned pale. She looked around nervously at the

reporters, the Morrison family, and the professional appraisers

surrounding her. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, she became increasingly anxious.

However, Lindsey patted Inkwell on the shoulder confidently,

reassuring her, "Even if Suzanne can paint well, she's nothing but a phony who copies the work of others. Don't be afraid and take her down a peg or two."

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