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.”

right now for the live art battle — I’ll stream the whole thing so nobody

outlets converged at the exhibition hall’s entrance, jostling for prime positions. Photographers meticulously arranged

with excitement, addressed his camera and legion of viewers: “Good morning, art enthusiasts! We’re live at the epicenter of today’s artistic duel, a clash that’s

aficionados. One disgruntled user lamented, “Rumor has it the exhibition ditched its exclusive invite-only policy, opting instead to hawk tickets this very morning. Cursed be this ticketing fiasco! Prices have skyrocketed fivefold, turning what was once accessible into

crescendo of media and influencer hype, one truth shone clear: the artistic duel between Mariana and Maia had transcended mere exhibition,

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the venue, their eagerness palpable. Serpentine queues coiled around the entrance, a testament

arrival, Maia and Chris were greeted by a breathtaking spectacle: a sea of humanity, packed shoulder to shoulder, their collective

wildest expectations,” Maia murmured, her voice calm,

stumbled upon a global summit of the art world,” Chris remarked, his smile