The Lust Of My Husband

Juliana couldn't help but clench her fists, her nails digging into her flesh. She said, "You've been fooled. She's not Randall.'

Zoe sneered, " If she is not Randall, are you?"

Juliana's eyes narrowed, thinking that she was indeed Randall.

Zoe took back her phone and looked at Juliana, "Mrs. Leach, my teacher's Twitter has already certified that she is Randall, and she has shown Randall's painting to prove that she is Randall."

It was a coincidence that Zoe became Randall's student.

She was now Randall's student and she was proud.

Now she was the one who would help her teacher to solve the incident of someone imitating her.

If Juliana wasn't Mrs. Leach, she wouldn't even be so polite to her.

Juliana raised her head again and hid all her emotions as she said with an indifferent look, "If she says so, then so be it.'

Soon, she would make Wendy not Randall anymore.

Zoe got back to the point, "Mrs. Leach, now would you please clarify who has painted this picture?"

Anyway, she didn't believe Juliana, the good-for-nothing in F City, could be a master of painting.

After all, even if it was an imitation, this painting was very skillful and had high artistic value.

Her teacher insisted on finding the person who had drawn the picture.

Juliana sneered as she looked at Zoe, "It is your teacher who told you to find out the person, right? Why does she do so? Is she afraid of something?"

Wendy wasn't afraid that Miranda was still alive but that there was someone else who knew that Miranda was the real Randall.

She wanted to bribe this person to confirm for her that she was Randall.

Zoe said, " Being imitated in a drawing style is ultimately not a happy thing and she can pursue the legal responsibility as well. You're Mrs. Leach now and you should pay more attention to your words and actions."

Juliana snorted lightly, "If you are so sure, just hire a lawyer. This painting is less than an imitation. It is a primary work."

Zoe stood up at once and looked at Juliana condescendingly, "Mrs. Leach, one should learn to admit a fault. As long as you name the person who made the painting, all the consequences will have nothing to do with you."

Juliana raised her eyes and looked at Zoe indifferently, "As I painted, what is fake is fake, and what is real is real. One can take the identity of others, but one cannot steal their talents."

Zoe only thought that Juliana was really unappreciative.

Juliana's voice was cold, "Ms. Jennings, aren't you leaving yet? Do you need me to send you off?"

Zoe looked at Juliana for a while, then coldly snorted, turned around, and left.

Juliana sat alone for a while, then took out her phone, tapped on Twitter, and searched out Wendy's page.

Wendy Johnson, a certified famous actress, famous painter, and famous designer.

Juliana looked at Wendy's profile picture, which was still the same as the one on WhatsApp.

"Funny." Juliana gritted her teeth and said in a low voice.

She scrolled down to see the latest update posted by Wendy, which was a video from the National Artists Association she had retweeted.

Juliana clicked on the video, in which Wendy had drawn a picture of birds and flowers in front of everyone.

Wendy's painting was very skillful and she had a solid foundation of basic technique. She had painted it from beginning to end without stopping. The picture looked atmospheric and vigorous

But in Juliana's eyes, it was the result of Wendy's years of imitation, which only achieved the resemblance but not the artistic conception.

And this picture was an imitation by Wendy of an unpublished painting left by Miranda!

Finally, she put down her brush.. The president of the National Artists Association complimented her, "I didn't expect that Randall, the great painter we've been looking for, would be the movie queen, Miss Johnson."