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 she hadn't yet sheron

could already guess which ones she

wasn't anyone else but the version of me from my

in the

when I became a spirit, and the insights

emerged from the studio a day later,

had passed, leaving behind a

the light, his silhouette looked

"Finished?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm done."

help you fill out the registration form. Under what

I said,

I didn't care for the name, but Anna treated it as a prized honor. She displayed my paintings at her solo exhibition. Although she never outright claimed to be 5, she didn't deny it when fans assumed so. She had basked in the glory that wasn't hers. The Sanders hailed her as a genius

I was dead, I couldn't stop her. I could only watch as

today, I would peel away Anna's mask

Sanders adored

will survive once

Let's see if their

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

went downstairs, I saw Alisa sitting with Luke. The two seemed to be getting along

him an apple with unwavering patience. How could Luke not realize

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of Alisa's motives for approaching him, after experiencing my death and Anna's scheming in such a short period, he couldn't possibly accept

always maintained a cold attitude toward her. Even when Alisa tried to

need to eat

again, this time cruelly. "Stomach

mid-motion, clearly unprepared for this

married a man with cancer after

manipulated by Alisa, he didn't make a scene. He even went along with getting the marriage certificate without protest. He had been waiting

that this was the price for her scheming

and handed it to him. "Then you need to eat more. Whatever your illness is, Luke, I'll face it with you. I'm your wife now." Her words were so genuine, even I was moved. Alisa was different-from Anna, Sadie, and even the old She had a seemingly

for Luke. After Anna, he trusted no

the apple from her hand.

"Luke..."

I don't want

headed upstairs, our eyes

at me coldly without a

I was also

and I headed downstairs, we were like parallel lines, destined never to

her out. Then, I went to find