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Margot had handled countless antiques in her lifetime, yet even she could not declare with certainty whether this piece was genuine. Every brushstroke, every detail felt real. But if Magnus deemed it a forgery, that would be the instant the crowd turned on Amelia, and high society would tear her to pieces. Margot's thoughts wrestled with the decision. She was just about to turn to Lucas for his opinion when Amelia’s clear, commanding voice rang through the air.Gazing at Margot, she said, "Mrs. Sullivan, would you be so kind as to invite Mr. Cruz to authenticate the painting before everyone here?"Amelia stood tall and unyielding, her posture as graceful as a swan with its neck arched in quiet elegance. From her emanated an unshakable aura of majesty, effortless yet overwhelming, casting an invisible weight over the room. The guests looked on, utterly taken aback, as though their very breath had been stolen. Who was this woman? How could she possess such commanding presence?Margot, to

Lucas, ever composed, allowed the faintest curve of a smile to touch his lips.Deep in his eyes shimmered quiet pride. The woman he admired was exceptional beyond measure. He wondered just how many more wonders Amelia had yet to reveal.In Lucas’ eyes, Amelia became increasingly captivating, a figure of mystery, her allure threaded with something intangible that drew him in. Yet, beneath the admiration, a subtle unease stirred, a fear that someone else might claim her heart before he could. A sharp glint flickered in his gaze, carrying the unmistakable weight of possessiveness.Damian stood rooted in place, staring at his ex-wife as though seeing her for the first time. Amelia seemed wrapped in a veil of enigma, drawing people toward her with a beauty that demanded discovery.Mysterious and magnetic, she radiated a brilliance that was impossible to ignore.Even Magnus had failed to restore the Half-Faced Warrior, so how had Amelia succeeded? And how, since their divorce, had she starte

The next moment, Magnus's voice splintered under the weight of disbelief, his words tumbling out like shards of shattered porcelain. "Eighty percent?" His eyes flew wide, round as ancient bronze mirrors reflecting an impossibility.Magnus had seen the mural in Jasgow himself, and in his mind, its chance of restoration was less than thirty percent.Yet, Amelia claimed eighty. That meant if she took on the work, there was a very strong likelihood it would succeed. Others might not grasp the magnitude of "eighty percent" in this context, but to him, it was monumental.“Yeah. For restoring the mural in Jasgow, I'd say the chances are eighty percent, no more, no less," Amelia stated.The room collectively froze in shock.“Eighty percent? Impossible! Magnus wouldn't even dare claim fifty, and she's this sure of herself?"“Wow! I've never seen a woman this brazen. If her skill matches that mouth, I'd eat my hat on the spot, no questions asked!"“If that mural can be restored, the heritage sit

Damian stood frozen, a rush of memories flickering one after another through his mind, each recollection heavy, each one pressing tighter against his chest as though unseen hands were wringing his heart. The longer he dwelled on it, the hotter his anger burned, his blood boiling in his veins.Then, without warning, a dizzy spell overtook him. He doubled over and hacked up a mouthful of blood, crimson spilling past his lips. His steps faltered like a drunkard's, his body swaying precariously, as fragile as a leaf clinging to a branch in the midst of a storm.The blow was too great to withstand, his very vitality seemed to drain away, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell where strength and spirit had once lived.Gasps and startled cries rippled through the air as Sophia pushed Eve aside and lunged forward to catch Damian.“Damian! How could this happen?" Sophia cried, her voice a mix of panic and desperate concern. "Why are you coughing up blood?"“Damian, any other discomfort? We m

Jacob sighed, speechless, and then sat up on the bed.“Hurry up and open the door. The mosquitoes out here are eating me alive! With all the money you stash away, I assumed you'd have someone to answer the door for you." Magnus kept nagging through the phone, leaving Dr. Jacob no choice but to drag himself out of bed.Jacob checked the security feed. Sure enough, Magnus was standing there. He pressed the button to let Magnus in.The door slid open, and once Magnus stepped inside, Jacob pressed the button to close the door.By the time Magnus reached the living room, Jacob was already coming down the stairs.“If not for the coffee beans, I'd have left you outside as mosquito bait. Can't an old man get some sleep in the middle of the night?" Jacob grumbled.“Guess what happened today?" Magnus leaned closer, grinning mischievously.“Go on, I'm listening," Jacob muttered as he sat down and started brewing the coffee.Jacob listened as Magnus vividly recounted what had happened at Margot's