Billionaire Is 162

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 ones

anyone else but the version of me from

locked myself in the studio for the entire

filled with memories. Those before my death, the time after when I became a spirit, and the insights

day later,

passed, leaving behind a bright,

his silhouette

"Finished?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm done."

registration form. Under what name do you want to compete?" His

hesitation, I

"S," never imagining it would cause such a storm in the art world. 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.

her. I could only watch as

today, I would peel away Anna's

adored her,

will survive once the

Let's see if their

handle the arrangements," Carter said. He was such a reliable

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

apple with unwavering patience. How could Luke not realize that he had been

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death and Anna's scheming in such

result, he always maintained a cold attitude toward her. Even when Alisa tried to please him by

need to eat

interrupted her again, this time cruelly.

clearly unprepared for this

married a man

very beginning, when he realized he had been drugged and manipulated by Alisa, he didn't make a scene. He even went

thought that this was the price for

the apple, sliced it into crescent-shaped pieces, 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

Luke. After Anna, he

her

"Luke..."

passing. I don't want to see anyone right now-especially women." So, I

he headed upstairs, our eyes met

at me coldly

eyes, I was also his

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

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