ANMELDENLucas, ever composed, allowed the faintest curve of a smile to touch his lips.Deep in his eyes shimmered quiet pride. The woman he admired was exceptional beyond measure. He wondered just how many more wonders Amelia had yet to reveal.In Lucas’ eyes, Amelia became increasingly captivating, a figure of mystery, her allure threaded with something intangible that drew him in. Yet, beneath the admiration, a subtle unease stirred, a fear that someone else might claim her heart before he could. A sharp glint flickered in his gaze, carrying the unmistakable weight of possessiveness.Damian stood rooted in place, staring at his ex-wife as though seeing her for the first time. Amelia seemed wrapped in a veil of enigma, drawing people toward her with a beauty that demanded discovery.Mysterious and magnetic, she radiated a brilliance that was impossible to ignore.Even Magnus had failed to restore the Half-Faced Warrior, so how had Amelia succeeded? And how, since their divorce, had she starte
“How desperate she must have been, scheming to marry into the Sullivan family with a fake painting and even spinning such brazen lies. Now, she's offended the Sullivan family. She's done for."“Mrs. Sullivan, you see, Miss Brown dared to deceive you with a fake painting. May your punishment serve as a warning to all who might disrespect the Sullivan family."Before Amelia could say a word, Magnus's expression darkened, and his voice thundered through the hall like a temple bell. "Who said anything about this oil painting being a forgery?"The sharp words from Magnus fell like a hammer, silencing the crowd instantly. Not a single person dared to utter a word.The guests exchanged puzzled glances. What exactly had Magnus meant by that? Could it be that this oil painting was truly an authentic masterpiece? If so, then the Half-Faced Warrior had been restored to perfection.Faces across the room froze in shock. Was there truly a restorer in the world whose skill surpassed even Magnus's own
Margot had handled countless antiques in her lifetime, yet even she could not declare with certainty whether this piece was genuine. Every brushstroke, every detail felt real. But if Magnus deemed it a forgery, that would be the instant the crowd turned on Amelia, and high society would tear her to pieces. Margot's thoughts wrestled with the decision. She was just about to turn to Lucas for his opinion when Amelia’s clear, commanding voice rang through the air.Gazing at Margot, she said, "Mrs. Sullivan, would you be so kind as to invite Mr. Cruz to authenticate the painting before everyone here?"Amelia stood tall and unyielding, her posture as graceful as a swan with its neck arched in quiet elegance. From her emanated an unshakable aura of majesty, effortless yet overwhelming, casting an invisible weight over the room. The guests looked on, utterly taken aback, as though their very breath had been stolen. Who was this woman? How could she possess such commanding presence?Margot, to
The name alone caused another wave of astonishment to ripple through the hall.“If memory serves, The Half-Faced Warrior belongs to the Miller family collection. She wouldn't dare present a forgery, would she?"“Even if it were authentic, that damaged piece couldn't possibly rival the flawless Eyes from Heaven. I thought we were about to see something extraordinary, but it seems my anticipation was for nothing."“Miss Brown couldn't have the authentic painting. Everyone knows the genuine Half-Faced Warrior belongs to the Miller family. Theirs is the only real one."“Wait, she looks familiar… Oh! I remember now. She once attended Xavier’s birthday banquet. That's where she took the Half-Faced Warrior from the Millers. Who would have thought she'd hand it over to Margot as a birthday present?"“So basically, she's just handing over something she got freely? That's low. Using someone else's gift to curry favor…Margot won't like that. She's finished." Several guests eyed Amelia as though t
Margot, however, was quietly studying Amelia, her gaze sweeping over the young woman with careful subtlety. So this was the woman Lucas had fallen for. She was, without a doubt, striking, beautiful, elegant, and self-possessed. More than that, her very presence seemed to match Lucas’, neither overshadowing nor diminishing him.Margot had no clue what type of girl Lucas favored. She had always assumed he was drawn to women who were gentle and unassuming. But now it was clear, he had chosen someone with a commanding air. If Amelia were to stand beside Lucas, their presence would balance perfectly, each enhancing the other.Margot's mind lingered on her assessment, even to the point of imagining how things might turn out if Amelia and Lucas ever clashed. The thought amused her so much that she let out a quiet chuckle.Yet, mindful that Amelia’s painting might seem pale next to Eyes from Heaven, Margot turned to give a calm instruction.“Lola, go and collect the painting Miss Brown brought
"This painting vanished long ago. I've heard of it and seen photographs, but never beheld it in person. Thank you for your gift. I like it very much," Margot said warmly, her smile radiant as she turned to her longtime housekeeper. "Lola, please unveil the painting for everyone to enjoy."“Yes, Mrs. Sullivan," Lola replied with quiet respect.Moments later, the artwork was displayed before the gathered guests.“This is breathtaking, truly a masterpiece of living detail!"“A remarkable work indeed, and so well preserved. To see this in my lifetime, now I have no regrets."“Mrs. Sullivan, we owe you our gratitude for letting us witness such a divine creation. The Eyes from Heaven is extraordinary."The guests poured out their admiration, silently agreeing that the Wright family was likely on the cusp of great fortune. Margot had not requested Lola to personally unveil any other gifts, a clear sign of her immense satisfaction with this one painting. The Wright family had struck gold, offe
Desmond hesitated, a strange feeling nagging at him. Something about this challenger's poise stirred a faint memory.Before he could fully grasp it, the image of Amelia flashed in his mind. Heat rose to his face. The memory of losing to a woman in a fight was humiliating.Composing himself, Desmond
"Yeah! An old man like him…how long do you think it took him to save up that kind of money, huh? You've already fleeced his pocket, and now you're trying to dig into his life savings?"“You're a real piece of trash, you know that? Seriously, have some conscience for once."The lean man jumped up as
Desmond couldn't stand how his grandfather kept dragging unfamiliar young women into his life. Most of the time, it meant another failed attempt at matchmaking. None of them ever showed real interest in him.They were always eyeing the Miller family fortune, trying to secure a future as his wife. Us
Xavier’s eyes sparkled, his chest swelling with delight. For the first time, his hardheaded grandson was asking for a girl's number. He had a hunch, this girl might just be the one to finally knock some sense into his grandson.Amelia paused for a moment and then gave Desmond her contact. "My last n







