Chapter 115 Lock Them Out

Notifications from Vivian kept buzzing, and Isabella finally snapped back to reality and opened the messages. Vivian had sent another photo, saying it came from SunnyBite. "Bella, look! This painting's style is really similar to Glamoore's! She must've planned this, deliberately trying to imitate Glamoore! It's very similar, but if you look closely, you can tell that it can't compare to the real Glamoore!" Isabella felt both amused and helpless. "I don't notice anything off." It was her own painting! The question was, how did it get out? She painted those two pieces back when she was still living in the Moore residence. The discarded drafts could only have been picked up then. The first person she thought of was Giselle. She called Giselle, but before she could say anything, Giselle burst out, her voice charged with anger. "Isabella! You know Queenie, right? Give me her number! No, tell me where she is! Damn it, how dare that bitch mess with me!" Isabella snorted with mockery.