Suzanne was convinced. Wendy helped her dress up before the event


    Only when they arrived did Suzanne realize it was no ordinary event


    It was a world-ss rare collectors’ items sales event held on an extravagant cruise ship. Countless


    illegal artifacts were being put up for sale.


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    Suzanne noticed the painting she had reproduced during Vera’s birthday was also on sale.


    She pointed at the painting and asked Wendy. “What is the meaning of this, Wendy?”


    Wendy’s eyes glinted in excitement. She pointed around her and said Look, Suzanne. All the guests


    here tonight are from high society. They spend hundreds of thousands every time they buy something.


    It our painting sells, we’re bound to earn a lot.”


    Suzanne said unhappily, “Let me ask you this how did you get this painting here?”


    Wendy smiled awkwardly and said in a hushed voice. “Granda


    received so many presents on her birthday. One present less won) matter. Plus, she epted Sally’s


    injitation too.”


    Suzanne’s hands clenched into fists by her sides. “So you just took it when no one noticed?” she


    asked, enunciating each word


    Wendy shook her hands and exined, “Not me. I wouldn’t dare do that. It was my husband who took


    it


    Suzanne was incredibly furious. She understood the situation now


    This wasn’t some event Wendy’s friend organized. It was a saless


    event for rich folks to buy illegal collector’s items.


    Wendy saw how upset Suzanne looked and said in an attempt to appease her, “Why don’t we split the


    profits after selling this, hm? 60- 40 between you and me?”


    Suzanne’s gaze was steadfast and unblinking as she remained silent.


    “70-30. I can’t go any lower.”


    Suzanne said in a cold, stern voice, If I’m Inkwell, then all the money made from selling this painting


    would be donated to charity. If I’m not, then this is a fake, and you’remitting fraud.”


    Wendy furrowed her brow and said, “You’re already so poor, yet you’re still reluctant when ites to


    money. You want to do charity? Fine, at least you can set a good reputation for yourself. But you’re not


    even going to show yourself in person or leave a name when you do it. Are you out of your mind?”


    Wendy couldn’t hold back her tongue at this point. “Are you some kind of angel? A savior? You use


    your body to save all the men in the world. and use your money to save the poor, yet you end up with


    nothing good for yourself. You even end up ruining your reputation.”


    Suzanne’s expression darkened. She was wounded by Wendy’s w


    She didn’t even know who she was, so how could she have known identity from the past?


    Suzanne then began packing up the painting without another wo


    Wendy went to grab Suzanne’s arm in a panic. “What are you doing Suzanne? You can’t take this


    away. I already paid the deposit. I won’ be able to get the deposit back if you take the painting away.”


    One of the salesmen present saw that Suzanne was taking the painting and walked over, overjoyed.


    He thought she was going to buy the painting.


    “Are you interested in buying this painting by the great artist Inkwell,


    miss?”


    Suzanne said coldly, “This painting is a reproduction by my own hand. It’s no longer for sale.”


    The moment she said this, the people around them crowded over to see what was going on.


    Wendy’s n had been ruined. She cried angrily to Suzanne, “This


    painting has been certified as authentic by experts. I’ve already paid. the deposit so it must be sold. Or


    else you have to pay all my losses.”