Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 783:

Alice was clearly over the moon—she almost danced down the hallway, humming cheerfully as she disappeared from sight.

The following morning arrived at the Paul Klee Center, nestled in Burlwood Grove in Sceibar. Golden sunlight poured in through the center’s gleaming, modern glass dome as the world-renowned art event, Cross-Boundary Resonance: A Dialogue Between Art and Time, kicked off in full.

Organized by a Sceibar-based art foundation and backed by global heavyweights like the Newmarch Arts Center and the Gascoyne Museum, the show boasted rare masterpieces and specially curated sections highlighting modern creators. The Cooper Group had proudly sponsored the event, securing front-row spots for Kiley and her group at the ceremony’s opening.

Right at ten, the exhibition space filled to the brim with attendees. The director of the Gascoyne Museum stepped up to the podium and delivered a heartfelt and thoughtful address. But after half an hour, people in the crowd began to squirm, their attention clearly waning. At last, as he wrapped up his final words, the room broke into enthusiastic applause.

The audience poured into the central exhibit space. Reporters and critics from around the world wasted no time, splitting off into different wings to talk and take notes.

Kiley, clad in a sharp, tailored dress, strode ahead of the group. Her face was unreadable, her gaze sharp and appraising. Except for Raging Waves by her sister Mariana, nothing else managed to hold her interest. She glanced over each piece without slowing her stride, that familiar sense of disappointment creeping in once again.

on a custom track made her pause. It stood out. She came to

artwork was titled

bird, clinging weakly to a brittle branch. Its pale

at galn ovels

heavy layers of ink gave the piece a suffocating weight, almost

about it drew her closer. She couldn’t

the staff quietly, without

was created by someone named

Watts…” Kiley whispered the name under her breath, almost as if tasting

finally stopping in front of a

but the moment her eyes landed on the canvas, she froze in surprise. “Isn’t this the crown jewel of Orchid Gallery in

head sharply, raising an eyebrow. “What did you just call it?