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    Every gaze turned instinctively toward the painting titled Rebirth. Slowly, the base of the stand began to rotate, revealing the “dead bird” that had been…

    Shown before, the image of a phoenix emerged — its head held proudly, eyes sharp as if cutting through the ordinary, engulfed in mes. Its wings were like des, slicing the air as it soared boldly against the wind, radiating an unstoppable spirit.

    The fury of the phoenix and the mes of rebirth merged seamlessly on the canvas, bringing the entire scene to life, striking straight at the soul.

    In that instant, the painting became more than art — it was a powerful cry of existence, a breathtaking fusion of death and renewal.

    Even those with no knowledge of art felt a stirring deep within, as though their very souls had been set aze by the force before them.

    The moment struck like a lightning bolt, freezing the entire room in stunned silence. Everyone stood dumbfounded.

    Then, with a sudden collective breath, the crowd erupted into thunderous apuse.

    “Amazing! Is this theplete Rebirth? It’s absolutely stunning!”

    “Unbelievable! What kind of skill is this? A single canvas holding two images, the colors shifting as it spins, with the y of light and shadow transforming the dying bird into a phoenix rising in mes?”

    “Could this be the legendary technique that allows one canvas to contain two pictures? I’ve only ever read about it in ancient manuscripts. The artist must have absolute control over color and brushwork. It’s so difficult to achieve that it vanished centuries ago. Back then, only the wealthiest could possess such treasures.”

    “This isn’t just skill… Who on earth is this Matias Watts?”

    Photographers scrambled to capture every angle, shutters firing in rapid session. The room buzzed with exhration.

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    Several collectors immediately reached for their phones, making calls to inquire about Matias.

    Overhearing the chatter, Kiley’s thoughts sharpened. For now, her true focus was on Matias.

    As for Maia, she was not Kiley’s priority — there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with that womanter.

    Kiley’s gaze swept across the room until it found Grover. Leaning in withmanding authority, she whispered, “Mr. Perez, find this Matias quickly — and remove these irrelevant people.”

    Her voice was low but carried the sharp edge of someone ustomed to giving orders.

    Grover hesitated briefly, then slowly began moving toward Alice. His eyes reflected regret, conflict, and the weight of a difficult decision.

    “Ms. Byrd, I know today hasn’t been easy for you and your friends,” he said gently, his tone careful, as though trying to soothe a wound. “But as curator, I have to consider every angle. Ms. Cooper is the primary sponsor of this exhibition and a major supporter of the museum. If this esctes any further, it will be humiliating for everyone involved.”

    Alice looked at Grover with a vacant expression, weighed down by a deep sense of disappointment.

    It had never crossed her mind that a man praised for his integrity would bend to the influence of money.

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