Paid To Care, Destined To Conquer Novel

Chapter 237 Stella said, "I'm not joking with you." With that, she set her pen down with finality. It was a while before Celia remembered to breathe again. 64 55 vouchers That suffocating fear from a moment ago, like a nightmare branded deep in her mind, threatened to drown her all over again. She instinctively reached out and grabbed Conrad's arm, about to say something, but then she caught sight of his eyes. Behind those gold-rimmed glasses, he was staring straight in Stella's direction, with a look like a hunter sizing up his prey.

Celia was slow to catch on that everything went eerily quiet around her. All eyes were glued to Stella. Stella gripped the ruling pen in one hand, never once glancing at the painting beside her. Line for line, mountain bend for river bend, she drafted a flawless twin, an ink-perfect clone that looked as if it had rolled straight off the original press. All jaws dropped. Landen blurted out, "Holy crap!" With a front row seat to the drama, he kept darting his eyes between the original and what Stella was drawing. Back and forth, again and again.

His mouth was hanging open the whole time, never once closing. Landen turned around in a daze, searching for backup, only to find everyone else just as shell-shocked as he was. That gave his fragile heart a tiny bit of comfort, especially when he saw the folks from Elite Gallery actually drop what they were holding. Landen snorted inwardly, 'Bet you're scared now, huh?" As the saying went, outsiders just watched for fun, but insiders knew what was up. The moment Stella picked pen, Camden's eyes sparkled with excitement.

up her He thought, "That poise and spirit-she's exactly the apprentice I've always wished for. While everyone else was still stunned, the folks from Elite Gallery were really feeling the pressure. Linda, who had even brought out her house deed for notarization, finally came back to her senses now that the crowd had quieted down. She was drenched in cold sweat. Linda was ready to bolt. 12:49 Wed, Feb 4 T. Chapter 237 Stella didn't even look up as she asked, "Where are you off to?" 55 vouchers Landen looked up, his beard practically bristling as he glared. He said, "Linda, trying to bail?

What, gonna play dirty now?" He strode over and blocked her path. He sneered, "Weren't you acting all tough just a minute ago?" Linda snapped, her neck stretched, "Move it! Get out of my way!" Landen shot back, "Ha! Not a chance! I'm not budging!" Linda fumed inwardly, 'What a shameless rascal!' All the commotion around Stella didn't faze her one bit. She seemed wrapped in her own bubble, so distant and focused that it was like a force field that separated her from the rest. People instinctively hushed up, afraid to break her concentration.

Suddenly, Stella snatched a second ruling pen in her left hand and began drafting two separate sections of the painting at once. Murray stared, wide-eyed. Camden was practically vibrating with excitement. When Stella picked up that second brush, he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He thought, 'She is an absolute genius.' Getting more and more worked up, Camden's voice shot up an octave as he asked, "Do you even see what she's drafting with her left hand?" Allan asked, "What is it?" Camden jabbed a finger at the glass case.

"Those are collectors' endorsements from different eras. And that line there-that's the personal annotation from the Royal Patron of the Arts himself." "She's laying them down simultaneously, two totally different hands, two totally different official scripts at once!" By the end, Camden was practically shouting at the top of his lungs. Victor let out a sigh. He thought, 'Guess I wasn't imagining things. Back at the hospital, when that girl helped Landen write out the Harmonizing Formula from the Compendium of Medicinal Plants, she'd already blended two completely different fonts.

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