The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 839

At Sky Studios, Clement’s phone rang, and after a brief conversation, he turned to the crowd awaiting Leonardo. “Prof. Monet’s been held up by unexpected business and will be delayed,” he announced.

Disappointment rippled through the students who had just arrived, hoping for a glimpse of the famed mentor. “We were supposed to meet him today,” they murmured.

One student’s curiosity peaked, “And Madelyn? We never see her here, Clement. Where is she?”

Another chimed in, “Especially after her award and the prize money last week. When will she grace us with her presence?”

Curiosity buzzed through the room. “Isn’t she the professor’s one and only protégé? And who’s this Madelyn Smith that’s been in the news with the professor?”

Clement, perusing his messages, replied without looking up, “Let’s stay out of the gossip mill. You’ll meet Madelyn when the time comes. For now, just focus on your art.”

He glanced up briefly, adding firmly, “And Madelyn Smith has no affiliation with Sky Studios. Now, let’s get back to work, everyone.”

call. As he reached the window-lined corridor, the person on the

he said. “How long will you hold on to

side came Jane Smith’s sharp response, “You all favored Madelyn, treated me as less capable, unfit to manage the studio. Now that I’ve left, why

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feat in itself. Doesn’t that count for something? Jane, you’re aware Madelyn is the youngest and isn’t savvy with the politics here. Deep down, you know whether your actions back then were justified or if they were

you a final chance to return. Come back,

show you that I’m second to none, certainly not to a rich man’s daughter who only got ahead through privilege. Had it not been for her background, she wouldn’t

that, she ended the call. Clement frowned,

blocked by the familiar line

wasn’t used to being barred from visiting anyone, let

mentee.

Kennedy could respond, Margaret emerged from the ward, on her way to get groceries.

oh my…,” Margaret exclaimed when she saw Leonardo. “Prof. Monet, is that you?” she gasped, hurrying over. You’re

from Leonardo, Margaret quickly said, “Madelyn