The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 

As the assistant made a dash for the door, they were intercepted by Norvanian military soldiers. The lawyer quickly interjected, “We could sue you for defamation.” 

However, the appraiser sneered in response. “Watch your own back. That woman has committed a crime.” 

In a panic, the imposter fought her way through the crowd, attempting to flee. Onlookers observed her futile attempt to reach the exit before being apprehended by the waiting soldiers. 

“What are you doing? Let go of me! I’m calling the police!” she 

protested as she struggled against them. 

“No need. We’ll take you there ourselves,” Cole retorted. 

With that, the imposter and her assistant were escorted away in a technical vehicle and transported to the police. 

Back in the hall, the remaining spectators were left with mixed 

emotions. 

In particular, Lindsey wore a somber expression at the unexpected revelation. Despite their initial reluctance, Duke and Layla begrudgingly acknowledged Suzanne as Inkwell. 

In contrast to their dampened spirit, the internet buzzed with excitement. The return of the renowned Inkwell after a prolonged absence sparked fervor. Her latest masterpiece, “Spring Garden”, became highly coveted among art enthusiasts. 

To their surprise, Suzanne refused to set a price. Instead, she proposed, “Make a donation to an orphanage in Norvania. The highest donor will receive the piece.” 

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Upon hearing this, Wendy hurriedly grabbed her arm urgently and 

chided in a hushed voice, “Are you out of your mind? The painting you sold me alone is valued at five million, let alone the piece 

authenticated under camera surveillance. 

“Every billionaire online is vying for it. You could easily make ten 

million or more! Don’t waste the money on charity. It’s not like they will appreciate your kindness.” 

Suzanne offered a gentle smile and remarked, “I suggest you donate the remaining funds after the art restoration, Wendy.” 

“But that’s my money!” Wendy snapped back angrily. 

“I’m saying this nicely because you’re family. Let’s not escalate this to legal matters,” Suzanne replied calmly but firmly. 

Wendy stared at her in disbelief. Despite Suzanne’s outward gentleness, her eyes betrayed a steely resolve and ruthlessness- signs that she wasn’t one to be underestimated. 

Although Wendy was driven by greed, she wasn’t devoid of moral After all, the paintings rightfully belonged to Suzanne. 

“Fine. I’ll make the donation,” Wendy sensibly agreed, recognizing the potential benefits of aligning herself with Suzanne’s goodwill. 

The art enthusiasts in the hall grew impatient, eagerly shouting their bids. A reporter jumped into the fray, announcing, “Ms. York, the highest bid in my livestream stands at 5 million for the piece.” 

The bidding frenzy escalated rapidly, soaring to six million, then eight million, and eventually peaking at ten million dollars. 

Duke stood in stunned silence. Even Layla, with her usual disdainful expression, covered her mouth in shock in astonishment. 

They hadn’t anticipated that the plain painting, created by the woman