Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 815:

That evening, sleep proved elusive. Her thoughts ran circles in the dark.

By sunrise, news of the uproar at the international art exhibition was already racing through Otruitho’s entire art community. Excitement surged throughout the city as talk of the two artists’ looming showdown at the art center reached fever pitch.

All across social media, posts sprang up, filled with opinions on Mariana’s Raging Waves and Maia’s Rebirth.

One comment read, “Matias’ paintings seem to hold more profound layers, but is Maia actually Matias? I’ve never even heard of Maia until now.”

Another voice retorted, “I have to disagree. Mariana’s art is always dazzling, and this time her masterpiece is even more magnificent than before.”

Center right now for the live art battle — I’ll stream

buzzed with anticipation as major media outlets converged at the exhibition hall’s entrance, jostling for prime positions. Photographers meticulously arranged their gear,

of viewers: “Good morning, art enthusiasts! We’re live at the epicenter of today’s artistic duel, a clash that’s

instead to hawk tickets this very morning. Cursed be this ticketing

shone clear: the artistic duel between Mariana and Maia had transcended mere exhibition, ascending into the realm of high-stakes

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palpable. Serpentine queues coiled around the

Chris were greeted by a breathtaking spectacle: a sea of

her voice calm, though

a global summit