In the video, Freda looked stunned and hurried to say: “President, my favorite thing is acting. Painting is just my hobby. Please don’t tell anyone.”
Finally, there was a compliment.
And look at the words of Twitter forwarded by Freda: I just want to act quietly, but always be find my true identity.
Athach clenched her cell phone until the end of the video, her eyes still stained with hatred.
“You care about her?”
The sudden cool voice behind her made Athach though again and looked back at Conlin standing behind her.
Athach asked him: “When did you come?”
Conlin looked down at Athach. There was some blood in her beautiful eyes, which was her hatred that she could not hide.
Maybe, in front of him, she didn’t want to hide.
Conlin distressed her: “After you clicked on the video, it didn’t take a while.”
He saw the video and the mood change of Athach.
Originally just dismissive, then gradually exuded hatred.
Athach opened the comment and saw Earl, a popular comment. She didn’t click on the homepage.
These people’s Twitter, true or false, only show the audience what they want to see.
“I don’t care, I hate.” Athach didn’t intend to hide her hatred of Freda in front of Conlin.
She couldn’t hide it.
When she auctioned of the diamond ring of destiny, she saw Freda replace her identity for the first time, and her hatred could not be hidden.
Conlin looked at Athach in the sun, and she was obviously covered with sunshine, but there seemed to be a layer of haze hanging over her, which prevented her from really being born in the sun.
Conlin asked distressfully: “Why?”
Athach didn’t answer, she also didn’t know how to answer. After all, there was no relationship between Athach and Freda.
However, her soul was Amber.
Amber killed by Freda!
Athach didn’t answer, and Conlin stopped asking, but asked her:”What does Tanya Emilie want with you?”
Conlin had investigated Freda since the auction.
Unfortunately, Freda had a deep family background in Liwilt, and what he could find out was only a little deeper than the surface.
It was also found that Freda had no contact with Athach, even if it was a friend of a friend’s friend.
How could two people who have nothing to do with each other have hatred?
Athach sighed: “She said that I imitated the painting style of Yilia and wanted to sue me, but it is just bluffing.”
Not to mention imitating the style of painting, let alone copying.
Tanya was really trying to scare her, just to let her say who drew.
Conlin looked at her: “Freda is Yilia?”
Athach looked up and asked him: “Do you think so?”
Conlin saw it just now. In the video, Freda drew a picture, and her skills were profound, which was by no means a day’s work.
Athach also opened the homepage of Osler Artists Association, and the first one was the painting by Freda, with the signature of Yilia.
There was no doubt that this was the truth. Freda was Yilia.
Conlin: “No.”
Athach raised her eyebrows slightly: “Why?”
From the video point of view, Freda was Yilia, a sure thing.
Conlin looked at her: “I’ve seen the paintings of Yilia, which were awe-inspiring, as if everything in the world was in her pen. Although Freda’s painting is very thoughtful and atmospheric, it lacks a little artistic conception.”
A really good painting was to make people feel the beauty of the painting with their body and mind at a glance.
Instead of using a pair of eyes to discover the beauty of painting.
Therefore, Conlin was sure that Freda was not Yilia!