Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 434:

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“This one’s tricky,” she advised. “You’ll need to tread carefully.”

“You’ll lead us, Allison,” the artisans nodded in agreement. They trusted her, after all.

Time wore on, the pressure mounting, and beads of sweat began to dot their foreheads.

The gravity of their task wasn’t lost on them. As the restoration progressed, they sought her guidance more and more.

“Allison, take a look. Do you think this method will work for the mold?”

“I almost missed these tiny holes—come see!”

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a well-oiled machine, each person playing their part with patience and precision. Their focus was total, their dedication unshakable. With every passing minute, Gregory’s masterpiece began to emerge from the wreckage. Little by little, its former glory was revealed, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. The strokes,

watching as the painting he had once dismissed was painstakingly

sure it wasn’t some feverish

world, gathered in one room, all

clenched. Could he—would he—actually have to admit defeat and kneel

tasted bitter in his mouth, as though he’d swallowed something foul. No. Never. That

the restoration.

almost there,” Roderick said, straightening up, his gaze locking onto Allison’s. “Just one last

painting, where the detail was so fine it seemed almost otherworldly. “This is Lloyd’s signature technique—the

hovered a finger

team gathered closer, exchanging disappointed

the worst damage happen in the most intricate part?” someone