Chapter 422:

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Meanwhile, Allison seemed oblivious to Melany’s verbal jabs, her eyes following a clown performing tricks nearby, utterly detached from the tension swelling in the room. If Melany hoped to push her out of the spotlight, she was blind to a crucial truth — when it came to relic restoration, all the boasting in the world wouldn’t hide incompetence.

Without real talent, anyone would be exposed the moment they started working.

Just then, the leader of the restoration team, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and an air of professionalism, stepped forward. “Sir,” he said respectfully, addressing Keanu. “Would it be possible for us to inspect the painting’s damage up close?”

After a long pause, Keanu nodded, allowing them access. For the sake of the painting, he could only hope for a miracle from them.

he said, shaking his head slightly. “This painting is hiding another beneath it.” He sighed and added, “With the

like a hammer, his heart

want more than that,” Louis continued somberly, “you’d need the world’s top restoration experts. At best, they might

slightly, his breath coming

were few things left in this world that held true meaning for him. The painting was one of the few tangible connections he had left to the past, to memories he had long cherished. It was a lifeline, keeping

in silent support. But she said nothing. She was waiting for

sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Maybe it’s just fate.” He gave Allison’s hand a gentle pat, the silent gesture telling her not to worry. “Do what you can,” he instructed

on the room as Louis signaled his

aimed to

voice interrupted the proceedings. “You can’t use such a rough technique to clean the discoloration. If you want to preserve the original details, you’ll need a more delicate approach, something that absorbs the

enveloped the room. Allison hadn’t intended to speak up, but watching them mishandle such

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