Chapter 297 pretending

Wendy couldn't figure it out. Was Miranda still alive? It was impossible. After all, she dug out Miranda's heart with her own hands and watched Miranda be cremated, which couldn't be fake. Did Juliana know that Miranda was Randall and she had seen this painting, taking advantage of Miranda's death, she wanted to take the opportunity to make money? Nor was it right. Juliana had no contact with Miranda at all. Wendy couldn't figure it out. Timothy called at the moment. Wendy pressed down the irritability in her heart, and her voice was soft, "Timothy." Timothy's voice came from the other end of the mobile phone, "Wendy, what is comic plagiarism?" He had never paid attention to these, but it was related to Wendy. Some words were ugly. Timothy was afraid that her heart couldn't stand stimulation, so he called to ask. Wendy's voice was soft, "I don't know what happened. Maybe the manuscript leaked out at the beginning, and..." Wendy paused, and her voice became more and more gentl