Before “Inkwell” could make a move, Suzanne had picked up the paintbrush. Despite her memory loss,


    she had no intention of relying on her previous works. Instinctively, she smoothed out the paper before


    beginning to paint.


    “That’s definitely Inkwell. I’d recognize those beautiful fingers anywhere,” one viewer remarked.


    “I knew it! Those hands are unmistakable. She’s the real deal,”


    eximed another.


    “It’s been three years since we’ve seen Inkwell. What masterpiece will she create this time?” someone


    mused.


    “Support Inkwell! I can hear the charities weeping tears of joy over her paintings once again,” another


    urged.


    The reporters watched Suzanne at work with a mixture of awe and admiration, moved by the


    outpouring of support in thements.


    Deep down, they had unequivocally acknowledged Suzanne as the true Inkwell and felt honored to


    capture her remarkable moments


    firsthand.


    Sally seethed with frustration at the sudden turn of events. Under the scrutiny of cameras and branded


    an impostor byizens, “Inkwell” found herself stripped of excuses and waspelled to recreate a


    painting she had once so familiarly traced.


    As the two women continued to paint, the appraisers closely observed their progress. Upon glimpsing


    the iplete work of ” Inkwell”, they frowned disapprovingly before shifting their attention to


    Suzanne. The moment the appraisers beheld Suzanne’s painting, their faces lit up with astonishment.


    At that instant, the reporters shifted their attention to the livestream and posed a question. “Can our


    viewers find the real Inkwell from


    these two artworks?”


    “Isn’t it obvious? The imposter is just copying Inkwell’s old stuff.


    She’s done it so much that now she can only make soulless replicas,” one snickered.


    “I knew she was a fake from the start. Ever since she revealed her face, she stopped her live streams


    and charity work,” chimed in another.


    “Both paintings are beautiful, but Cutie’s artwork is undeniably more vibrant and captivating,” someone


    complimented.


    “That settles it, then. Cutie must be the real Inkwell. I never expected her to look so sweet,” another


    concluded.


    True to thementer’s remark, Suzanne’s cherubic face only added


    to her charm on camera.


    Afterpleting her painting, Suzanne set down her paintbrush and nced up, coincidentally locking


    gazes with Nathan.


    His eyes held a depth and intensity that she couldn’tprehend, stirring warmth within her heart.


    Flustered, she quickly averted her


    gaze.


    The spectators approached and praised Suzanne’s artwork just as ‘ Inkwell” finished hers. Upon


    examination of the two paintings, the appraisers concluded that “Inkwell” was an imposter.


    Despite the perfect piece, she was merely tracing a previous artwork andcked the genuine artistic


    ir of the true Inkwell.


    In contrast, Suzanne’s depiction of the Morrison Residence’s backyard was nothing short of


    breathtaking, capturing every detail with photo-realistic precision.


    “It’s clear that Ms. Suzanne York is the real Inkwell. What do you have to say for yourself?” The


    appraisers turned to the imposter and demanded sternly.


    Refusing to acknowledge her deceit, the imposter retorted, “How can you im I’m the imposter? My


    painting is wless!”


    “Inkwell’s creations are spontaneous, rarely repeating the same piece. Your painting resembles a


    printout, a feat beyond Inkwell’s style.


    “It seems you’ve practiced it countless times to achieve such wlessness,” one appraiser coldly


    concluded.


    The imposter paled instantly. As she sought aid from her assistant, thetter was nowhere to be found.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.