Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde - Season 4 Episode 17

Getting a summons to elucidate her artistic vision signified that Emma’s paintings had captured the

notice of the Painting Association instructors.

She was on the brink of ascending to the celestial realm with just one stride, and soon, she’d be under

the wing of a revered mentor. But at this pivotal juncture, how could Bettany possibly intervene?

If Bettany were present, wouldn’t her replication of the portrait be unveiled? Doris seethed with such

rage that the edges of her eyes nearly ruptured, and her gaze turned crimson.

Without much contemplation, she leaped to Bettany’s side and inquisitively inquired. “What brings you

here?”

Her inner musings went along the lines of, “Weren’t you confined by the Dillon family? How come

you’re out now?”

“Doris?” Bettany was momentarily taken aback before warmly grasping her hand. “It’s all thanks to you.

Elena informed me that if you hadn’t informed Olivia about my confinement in the Dillon family, I might

never have been released.”

“Doris, I truly appreciate it,” Bettany replied earnestly.

Doris was speechless.

She truly found herself at a loss for words. Ultimately, she bore the responsibility for the situation!

After a brief interlude of silence, Doris regained composure. She glanced at

Bettany. With a self–assured tone, she remarked, “Bettany, I’m thrilled you’re here. The instructor

assigned me to elucidate my artistic vision. The portrait I sketched was inspired by the artwork you

shared with me.”

“My painting?” Bettany pointed at herself, appearing somewhat bewildered.

“Yes, indeed,” Doris affirmed with a firm nod. “The second round involves live painting, and there are no

limitations. You can depict anything. I remembered that portrait you have painted and took it as a

source of inspiration to craft a new piece. Bettany, you don’t mind, do you?”

Bettany didn’t hesitate and shook her head. “Why would there be anything to mind? But that prototype

isn’t exclusive to me. If I can paint, so can you.”

Upon hearing this, Doris couldn’t help but have a slight curl of her lips, forming a smile.

She shifted her attention to Olivia and inquired with curiosity, “Sister, are you part of the Painting

Association’s staff?”

Olivia raised her gaze and replied, “No.”

“Oh, Doris sighed in complete relief.

Nonetheless, Bettany remained concerned that the plagiarism issue might come to light. It was crucial

to firmly resolve this matter, ensuring that Olivia would refrain from uttering a word about it.

With these thoughts in mind, Doris’s smile broadened. She advanced and embraced Bettany’s arm,

remarking, “I believe my painting should earn a good rank. I’m curious if it will capture the president’s

attention.”

While expressing this sentiment, she raised her gaze toward the staff.

The staff nodded and said, “The president has showered your painting with praise, and it has garnered

admiration from many instructors.

“Is that so?” Doris was pleasantly surprised. Then, she turned to Bettany and inquired, “Bettany, my

painting has received a decent ranking. If the portrait you painted enters the competition, it will surely

achieve a favorable outcome,

At this juncture, Doris cast a deliberate glance at Olivia and remarked, “It’s truly regrettable. All your

paintings were destroyed, and not a single one remains” Doris conveyed this statement to Olivia and

Bettany.

What difference did it make if the two paintings bore a striking resemblance? The

original had already met its demise in the flames. There was no tangible proof, and she had crafted the

painting right there and then. There was no evidence of plagiarism on her part.

If Bettany and Olivia knew what was in their best interest, they should remain silent and refrain from

uttering a word.

Even if they failed to comprehend their own interests, it was inconsequential. After all, they were unable

to provide any evidence. As long as she stuck to her assertion that she hadn’t plagiarized and that she

was the genuine creator, the other party would be powerless to take action.

Initially, Bettany harbored some trepidation regarding Olivia. However, it had become evident that Olivia

wasn’t even a staff member of the Painting Association. It appeared she was merely a sponsor. The

words of such an individual carried no significance whatsoever, and no one would take them seriously.

The more Doris contemplated the situation, the greater her self–assurance grew. Eventually, she

ceased to be concerned altogether.

They all proceeded to the third floor together.

Upon leaving the elevator, Doris inquired of Bettany, “Where are you folks headed?”

Bettany was uncertain as well. Upon hearing this, she raised her gaze to Olivia and inquired, “Olivia,

where are we heading?”

Elena swiftly retrieved her phone and whispered, “Let me make a call.”

Observing this, Doris’s expression took on an even more contemptuous air. She casually nodded at

Bettany and remarked, “I’ll head over ahead.”

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While conversing, she followed the staff to the judges‘ room

Upon arriving at the door, Doris straightened her collar, took a deep breath, and entered the room.

After offering a profound bow to the judges, Doris composedly expounded on her creative concept.

However, in the midst of her presentation, Ozymandias received a phone call

He cast his gaze downward to check the caller ID, and his expression suddenly lin up with excitement.

He promptly left the room. After a short while, he returned accompanied by Olivia,

From the corner of her eye, Doris noticed Olivia’s entrance. A pallor washed over Doris‘ face, and her

heart involuntarily quivered a few times. She tightly clenched her fists but managed to finish her

sentence.

Doris wasn’t finished yet. The attention of everyone in the room had already shifted towards the door.

Particularly Winona, whose pupils abruptly contracted upon seeing Olivia, Nevertheless, she remained

remarkably composed and displayed no signs of disturbance.

“Olivia.” Mrs. Liebsig greeted her accomplished disciple with joy. She then turned to introduce Olivia to

the others, saying, “This is my fourth disciple, Olivia Taylor.”

“Olivia Taylor! Fourth disciple!”

Upon hearing these two titles, Doris’s heart raced. She felt her face drain of color, and her entire body

seemed rooted to the spot.

The name Olivia had become exceedingly well–known of late. Not only was she the scion of the Smith

family, but she was also engaged to the wealthiest man in the city. Her fame had reached a point where

practically everyone was aware of

her.

Regardless of the circumstances, Doris couldn’t reconcile the composed and remarkable woman

before her with the gentle, reserved, and adept lady she knew at home.

She mused, “It truly doesn’t seem like it!

“How is that even possible?”

A wave of dizziness washed over Doris, and she nearly blacked out.

Winona was equally astounded. She had never anticipated that Olivia would be Mrs. Liebsig’s disciple.

“Wait… this can’t bel

“Is she the fourth disciple?”

Doris’s heart trembled violently. She recalled Mrs. Liebsig had rejected the opportunity to mentor her in

order to travel to Layfield and accept the fourth

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disciple.

Could it be that Olivia was the fourth disciple who had taken her mentor away from her?

Winona found it hard to believe, let alone accept, that Olivia Taylor’s talent surpassed her own.

She pondered, “Inconceivable, impossible, utterly impossible. Why would Mrs. Liebsig choose Olivia

over mic?”

Mrs. Liebsig remained oblivious to the astonished and inquisitive glances of the others, Instead, he

took Olivia Taylor’s hand and moved ahead, “Come, Olivia, have a look. What do you think of this

painting?”

Observing this, a stunned Doris felt like her insides were on the verge of exploding!

“No!”

She wished to intervene, but the words wouldn’t leave her lips. She could only remain there with a

pallid countenance.

Olivia stepped in front of the painting. At a single glance, she discerned that this painting bore a striking

resemblance to Bettany’s earlier artwork. They were nearly identical, although the finer details weren’t

as refined as Bettany’s.

Olivia involuntarily furrowed her brow and turned to Bettany. “Come and have a look,” she said.

Bettany didn’t comprehend but walked over, nonetheless.

As she was about to take a step, Doris advanced and seized her hand. Her voice quivered as she

uttered, “This painting drew inspiration from you. It might seem somewhat alike, but I’ve reworked it.”

Bettany nodded and replied, “I understand.”

Doris didn’t say a word. She persisted in tightly pinching Bettany’s arm until it licited pain.

jettany endured the pain and approached the painting. She lowered her head to xamine it closely.

he was utterly taken aback!

he pondered, “Why is this painting precisely identical to mine?”

he abruptly turned to fix Doris with a querying gaze.

oris gazed intensely at Bettany and enunciated each word, “Bettany, you ouldn’t accuse my painting of

being copied from yours, would you?”