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Chapter 386 Sharp and heavy

Author: Ela Osaretin
Her words hung in the air, sharp and heavy. A counterfeit for Margot's birthday gift? Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Who would dare?

“A counterfeit? From who?" Margot's brows shot up. Was Amelia implying the Wright family? She had mentioned sparing their dignity earlier. But the painting in question, Eyes from Heaven, hadn't looked like a fake at all. And swapping it? Unthinkable.

Before Amelia could elaborate, Damian stormed forward. His hand clamped around her wrist, dragging her toward hi
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  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 388 Cleaned away

    After the mess was cleaned away, the birthday banquet resumed as though nothing had happened.“Mr. Cruz, if you have urgent matters to attend to, perhaps you should head back first. I'll be in touch," Amelia said gently, noticing how Magnus had checked his watch more than once.“Why still call me that? I'm your student now, formality is wasted on me," Magnus replied with a fawning grin.Amelia gave a light laugh. "Mr. Cruz, forgive me, but I can't indulge that wish. You are an elder, after all."“Alright then." Magnus inclined his head and then turned to raise his voice toward Margot. "Happy birthday, Margot. Something pressing has come up, so I'll take my leave."Before leaving, he produced his phone and addressed Amelia. "Let's exchange contact information. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call."“Okay." Amelia accepted without hesitation, trading details with him.*********Amelia had barely stepped out of the restroom when a tall figure materialized beside her. There wa

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 387 In his veins

    Damian stood frozen, a rush of memories flickering one after another through his mind, each recollection heavy, each one pressing tighter against his chest as though unseen hands were wringing his heart. The longer he dwelled on it, the hotter his anger burned, his blood boiling in his veins.Then, without warning, a dizzy spell overtook him. He doubled over and hacked up a mouthful of blood, crimson spilling past his lips. His steps faltered like a drunkard's, his body swaying precariously, as fragile as a leaf clinging to a branch in the midst of a storm.The blow was too great to withstand, his very vitality seemed to drain away, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell where strength and spirit had once lived.Gasps and startled cries rippled through the air as Sophia pushed Eve aside and lunged forward to catch Damian.“Damian! How could this happen?" Sophia cried, her voice a mix of panic and desperate concern. "Why are you coughing up blood?"“Damian, any other discomfort? We m

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 386 Sharp and heavy

    Her words hung in the air, sharp and heavy. A counterfeit for Margot's birthday gift? Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Who would dare?“A counterfeit? From who?" Margot's brows shot up. Was Amelia implying the Wright family? She had mentioned sparing their dignity earlier. But the painting in question, Eyes from Heaven, hadn't looked like a fake at all. And swapping it? Unthinkable.Before Amelia could elaborate, Damian stormed forward. His hand clamped around her wrist, dragging her toward him.“Amelia!" he snapped, his eyes blazing. "Are you trying to smear me because I exposed you as a fraud, someone who isn't even a real artifact restorer?"She met his fury without flinching. "I'm not smearing anyone. The Eyes from Heaven your family sent is a fake," she said, her voice ringing out with crisp, cutting certainty.Gasps and whispers filled the room.“How could it be? It didn't look fake."“The nerve of the Wright family! Sending a counterfeit to the Sullivans? Are they insane?"“Bu

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 385 An impossibility

    The next moment, Magnus's voice splintered under the weight of disbelief, his words tumbling out like shards of shattered porcelain. "Eighty percent?" His eyes flew wide, round as ancient bronze mirrors reflecting an impossibility.Magnus had seen the mural in Jasgow himself, and in his mind, its chance of restoration was less than thirty percent.Yet, Amelia claimed eighty. That meant if she took on the work, there was a very strong likelihood it would succeed. Others might not grasp the magnitude of "eighty percent" in this context, but to him, it was monumental.“Yeah. For restoring the mural in Jasgow, I'd say the chances are eighty percent, no more, no less," Amelia stated.The room collectively froze in shock.“Eighty percent? Impossible! Magnus wouldn't even dare claim fifty, and she's this sure of herself?"“Wow! I've never seen a woman this brazen. If her skill matches that mouth, I'd eat my hat on the spot, no questions asked!"“If that mural can be restored, the heritage sit

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 384 With mockery

    Amelia met his gaze, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips.The socialites' faces twisted in a range of emotions, some envious, some openly hostile. A few were so consumed with jealousy that they clenched their teeth, making no attempt to hide their disdain for Amelia.Lucas caught the silent exchange between Amelia and Desmond, and the sharp tang of jealousy seemed to settle in the air. His expression darkened as he stepped forward, deliberately planting his polished shoe squarely on Desmond’s.Desmond grimaced in pain, his face flushed red as he tried hard to swallow the moan. He shot Lucas a glare sharp enough to cut glass and bit out through clenched teeth, "Lucas, you stomped on my foot on purpose!"Lucas glanced down with cool indifference and then withdrew his foot at an unhurried pace. "Oh, my apologies, I didn't notice." His tone was as empty of sincerity as a winter wind.“You!" Desmond hissed, his jaw tight. "You scheming jerk! Just wait, I'll show everyone the truth abou

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 383 Ever composed

    Lucas, 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

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 88 The Fords

    Lucas lifted the device, flicking through the images with an air of cold detachment.He was a bit satisfied by this. A bit.“The mastermind is the daughter of the Ford family?”His dark eyes flickered with a sharp dangerous glint.Pascal who was standing, nodded.“Yes, sir.”“Let’s make the Ford Gro

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 99 Obvious malice

    Amelia blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected anyone to actually make it over a casual comment. Warmth bloomed in her chest, but it came with a touch of sadness. Her thoughts drifted to her years with the Wright family. Even when she made deliberate requests, Damian never fulfilled them, let alone

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 87 In filth

    Both women snapped their mouths shut, instantly, though tears streamed freely down their cheeks.Ransom of no ransom, the terror of potentially getting killed made them cry their eyes out.They had heard a lot of stories of kidnappers who took money and still killed the hostages. They needed an esca

  • My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can   Chapter 93 Something to hide

    Amelia shook her head, steady and unruffled. "That's not necessary," she said, declining his help. "If we pull down the news or the trending posts now, it'll only make people suspect I have something to hide."Removing those topics would only add fuel to the fire, turning public opinion even more vi

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