Chapter 325

Watchong Fredbuck’s tall busty figure recede, har oyes clouded with tears ba had changed, morphed into soterone she no longer recognized His vindictiveness and underhanded tactics were now identical to those of Maurice Sushanty Hury of snow began to fall outside the window blanketing the streets in white The Christmas hights from last month were still hanging their glow intermingling with the snowfall, a lingering reminder of the festive season.

The door was playing “Jingle Hells” overhead, as if everyone was in a celebratory mood, everyone but her. She sat dazed for a long time before hastily paying and piting the del Marguerite’s cut was parked in the underground lot of the Thunderbolt Building She had to first return to the building before driving back to her mansion.

The manstens steps were covered in snow Marguente almost slipped as she climbed them Upon seeing Marguente return, Nadine quickly made her a hot cup of tea, “Ma’am, the young master won’t be coming home tonight. He’s working late”

Maurice rarely worked late Ever since Frederick left, he had been fearless for three whole years. Now, with Frederick’s powerful return and his company’s growing Succes, Maunce naturally felt threatened His absence was a welcome respite for Marguente Marguerite sipped her tea and nodded, “Alright, you can rest now”

Before leaving, Nadine handed Marguente a tube of itch relief ointment, “Ma’am, Teresa said her foot was itchy this morning I think it’s her birthmark acting up again She didn’t let me in, so would you mind taking this to her?”

Teresa had a red birthmark on the sole of her foot. It was small, but slightly raised.

When Teresa was bom, the birthmark was just a red mole, so Marguerite hadn’t paid it muchumind But as time passed, the mole grew bigger. Marguerite mmediately took Teresa to the hospital, and the doctors concluded that it wasn’t a natural birthmark, it was due to the father’s excessive smoking during conception the toxins in his body had affected the child, resulting in the birthmark.

This revelation had troubled Marguerite for a long time since Maurice never smoked.

She had even doubted whether Teresa was Maurice’s child! But, she had only ever been with one man, and that was Maurice. Perhaps he had been a heavy smoker in the past and quit later on? This was the only explanation Marguerite could think of Meanwhile, in Teresa’s bedroom The room was littered with Teresa’s sketches, some were taped to the walls, some scattered on the floor The room was imbued with a sense of artistic disarray.

At that moment, Teresa was funously sketching a portrait on her easel. The top left corner of the easel had a blurred surveillance photo taped to it. A man’s figure could be vaguely seen in the photo, but his face was indistinguishable.

Just then, Miley’s voice message came through. Teresa pressed play and heard Miley’s anxious voice, “Teresa! Have you finished the portrait I asked for? This surveillance footage is quite blurry, can you work with it?”

Teresa tossed her pencil down in frustration, her babyish voice tinged with impatience. I’m working on it! I can recreate any face, no matter how blurry! Stop rushing me, I finish soon!

Teresa was spoiled growing up and aside from play, nothing else interested her But half a year ago, she watched a TV show called “The Sketch Artist” and thought that being an artist was really cool! The protagonist could recreate a person’s face based on the vague figures from surveillance footage, by observing the muscle movements and bone structure.

Teresa was intrigued and decided to delve into the world of sketch artistry, finding many online courses to teach herself. She was smart and incredibly talented. Not only did she leam how to recreate faces from surveillance footage, but she could also accurately depict the aging process in her sketches Most importantly, she could deduce the parents‘ appearances based on a child’s facial features!

And she was always spot on, never once making a mistake.