Chapter 437:

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“Every artist has their own fingerprint — their unique style,” she said, her voice steady. “Earlier, I used a magnifying glass to study Mr. Gregory Lloyd’s brushstrokes. It’s all in the details, even the way his hand moved. That’s how I’ll finish it — exactly as he would have.”

Roderick practically beamed, his anticipation barely contained. “Ms. Clarke, I believe in your skills. I know you’ll pull this off. Let’s witness something remarkable.”

Even with all of Melany’s well-practiced charm, her mask slipped when she heard the praise. Something in her expression changed, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. How could these old fools be so blind? She swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat.

Why did they have to fawn over Allison?

The jealousy on her face was bare for a fleeting moment, but she quickly smothered it with a saccharine smile. Leaning in, her voice soft as honey but laced with venom, she grasped Allison’s hand with a sudden, unsettling grip.

she

been an encouraging conversation about giving it Allison’s best shot now felt like a high-stakes performance,

clear. If Allison made a mistake, she would let everyone

threw her an icy glance. “Mrs. Stevens, we’re

your

grasp, but

hand appeared before her — long, elegant fingers.

he said, scrunching his face, holding out a crisp blue

it without hesitation. “Thank you,

as if scrubbing away an invisible stain. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and there was no mistaking the

sharp as her anger boiled over. She was on the verge of drawing blood. How dare

flickering in his gaze. If this had been any other setting, he might’ve demanded to know what was really going on between them. Since when did they share such

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