Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 966:

Chloe felt a sharp sting of jealousy but kept her thoughts to herself. She couldn’t risk saying anything that would ruin Marissa’s image in Aelfric’s eyes any longer.

She knew that if she tried, it would only backfire and damage her own image in Aelfric’s eyes instead.

Despite her hatred for Marissa, Chloe forced herself to smile, her expression soft and kind, masking the bitterness inside.

“Aelfric, you’re always so thoughtful and fair,” she said sweetly.

“Maybe we’ve been too harsh on Marissa. Sure, she is just a simple country girl who pretends to be Tiffany to fool others, but she might still have some talent.”

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This time, Derek stayed quiet. He couldn’t deny that Marissa was Only. He had seen her draw with his own eyes.

Derek, however, couldn’t stand the idea of Aelfric holding Marissa in high regard.

After a brief pause, he said, “Even if she’s the great painter, Only, that doesn’t mean she’s all that talented. She was just lucky.”

Melinda, always eager for a reason to tear Marissa down, perked up at Derek’s comment. Her eyes lit up as she leaned in and asked, “Derek, are you saying something shady went on when Marissa got the title of the great painter?”

Derek paused, as if collecting his thoughts, before responding, “I’ve only recently figured out the whole story. Here’s how it went.noveldrama

One day, an old man showed up in our village. He built a few thatched huts and settled in. Most folks thought he was some kind of drifter, so they kept their distance.

But not Marissa. She always went to his place, spending time with him. As time passed, Marissa got to know him well. They’d cook together, share meals, and talk for hours. Eventually, they started painting together too.

That’s where she learned to paint—from that old man. It wasn’t until recently that I realized who he really was. The old man wasn’t just some drifter; he was Ritchie, the legendary painter.

He wasn’t living in our village because he was homeless—he was just trying to escape the crowds and find inspiration in peace. Marissa was young and naive, and visiting him could have been risky.

But she got lucky. She ended up becoming his student. With someone like Ritchie as a teacher, anyone could make a name for themselves, as long as they weren’t completely hopeless.

So, a lot of Marissa’s fame boils down to pure luck. Ritchie might have even used his connections to push her work out there.”

As Derek wrapped up his thoughts, Aelfric remained quiet, his lips tightening as he held back whatever was on his mind.

Melinda, however, latched onto Derek’s words like they were the proof she’d been waiting for.

“Exactly!” she exclaimed.

“Otherwise, how could a simple country girl like Marissa possibly earn the title of great painter?”

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