Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 162 Reclaiming What's Rightfully Mine

Chapter 162 Reclaiming What's Rightfully Mine

I went online to search for this art exhibition hosted by mysterious foreign tycoon

The event had invited some of the top-ranking masters in the art field as judges and extended invitations to renowned artists both domestic and international

While it carried the banner of art, it was, in truth, a competitive showcase and a grand auction.

Participation wasn't easy. Only first-class artists could qualify

Many of the entrants were already acclaimed artists from around the world.

With such a talented pool of contestants, the exhibition naturally drew collectors and art connoisseurs globally to bid on the works.

The five-million prize pool was merely a gimmick.

The real buyers came for the invaluable artwork, with prices far exceeding that figure.

For lesser-known artists, it was a rare opportunity to gain exposure. The organizers could make a fortune. the buyers could acquire coveted pieces, and fans got to see their favorite artists' new creations.

For the powers behind it, this was a lucrative cash grab, but it was one of those rare occasions where every party walked away satisfied.

A silent storm had already begun brewing in the domestic art field. Among the buzz, the fans of S were the most fervent

They flooded Anna's social media account to urge her to participate. They claimed it was her duty to represent the country and that her fans were eager to see her new work.

The registration deadline was fast approaching. I hadn't noticed it because I was caught up in recent events surrounding the Boltons.

"I want to participate, but I'm afraid it's too late," I said,

"There's still time." Carter's response was firm.

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He pointed to the registration date on the screen. "You've got two days left. You can make it if you start painting now."

Encouraged by the confidence in his gaze, I nodded resolutely. "Okay"

There was enough time. Anna had taken so many of my paintings. While her skills were decent, any profession valdes innate talent. Some people are simply born gifted.

When we first started learning art as children, even our teacher remarked that she lacked the inspiration I

had.

This time, she would undoubtedly use my paintings to compete. At her last solo exhibition, she had

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and the ones

already guess which

but the version of me from my previous

myself in the studio

when I became a spirit, and the

from the studio a day later, Carter

snowstorm had passed, leaving

against the light, his

"Finished?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm done."

form. Under what name do you want to

I

paintings at her solo exhibition. Although she

I

away Anna's

adored her,

will survive once the

Let's see if their

I'll handle the arrangements," Carter said. He was

downstairs, I saw Alisa sitting with

cared for him attentively, peeling him an apple with unwavering patience. How could Luke not realize that he had been set up by Alisa that night, especially after what

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approaching him, after experiencing my death and Anna's scheming in

attitude toward her. Even when Alisa tried to

why you need

her again, this time cruelly. "Stomach

froze mid-motion, clearly

bitter smirk. "So, you've married a man with cancer after

scene. He even went along with getting the marriage certificate

thought that this was the price

to eat more. Whatever your illness is, Luke, I'll face it with

this approach wouldn't work for Luke. After Anna, he trusted no one-especially

her hand.

"Luke..."

since passing. I don't want to see anyone right now-especially women." So, I had been buried for seven

headed upstairs, our

me

his eyes, I was

he headed upstairs and I headed downstairs, we were like parallel lines, destined

out. Then, I went to find