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Chapter 436: Though Melany knew little about art restoration, that didnt matter.

Her goal was to stir the pot.

She had watched Allison, who had barely participated earlier, now poised to take the final steps.

Melany was more interested in creating chaos than in the outcome of the restoration.

Whether Allison succeeded or not wasnt her concern; she just wanted to watch her rival squirm.

Her subtle attacks were carefully crafted: pushing forward meant greed, while stopping short signaled failure.

No matter what Allison did, she would be painted as either overconfident or inadequate.

That was Melanys plan all alongundermine Allison, making her accomplishments seem hollow, as if they were only due to the experts help.

As soon as she finished speaking, the other experts couldnt contain themselves.

What do you mean? How dare you question Ms.

Clarkes expertise?! Do you even know who youre talking about? Ms.

Clarkes skills leave the rest of us in the dust! Who even let her in here? a third voice chimed in, followed by a laugh of disbelief.

Mr.

Keanu Stevens hasnt said a word about this, but here you are, already stirring up nonsense.

Keanu, standing quietly off to the side, cleared his throat, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

I trust you, Allison.

Do what you must.

If it werent for you, this painting would have been ruined from the start.

Kellan, ever blunt and precise, added his own remark.

Ms.

Clarke, proceed.

Only a true professional can judge this work accurately.

As for some irrelevant commentary from fools… His eyes flicked to Melany and Colton with a dismissive air.

Ignore it.

The swift turn of the conversation left Melany and Colton visibly stunned.

The rooms sharp rejection of their manipulations stung.

Though they were seething on the inside, with Keanu firmly in Allisons corner, they could do nothing but simmer in silence.

galnoνℯls.com is your update source From the far end of the room, Louis watched with a bemused smile.

The spectacle was unfolding better than he had hoped.

Ms.

Clarke, he called out with a languid drawl, Why not go ahead and show us what youve got? The technique of embedding one painting within another… its been lost to us for decades.

If you manage to pull it off today, well all be in for a treat.

He leaned back, his arms crossed, completely unconcerned.

He wasnt rooting for her success quite the opposite.

He knew the method was notoriously difficult.

Even Roderick, one of the finest restoration teams in the world, had failed to master it.

No one had succeeded in over ten years.

He was betting on her failure.

Then a sudden snicker echoed in the room.

Some people just dont realize theres always someone better out there, so they get used to talking big.

Allison remained composed.

The jabs, the skepticism, none of it fazed her.

She scanned the faces in the room, taking in the mockery, the doubt, and even the quiet encouragement from those who had stayed neutral.

She didnt waste her energy on any of them.

She turned her attention solely to her team.

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