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    As president of the Calligraphers and Painters Association, Luciano held deep influence across the art world. With his ess to insider information, it was no surprise that Paige had secured an early peek at the finalist list for the Starry Oil Painting Competition. Among the ten works selected for the final round, none came close to matching Paige’s submission. Victory wasn’t a matter of chance—it was already a quiet certainty.


    Meanwhile, the host stood center stage, introducing each piece with practiced ir. A massive screen behind him showcased the artwork one by one, while assistants carefully brought the original canvases into the spotlight for the audience to view.


    For nearly ten minutes, this rhythm continued. Lights dimmed across the audience, drawing every eye to the brilliance of the stage, while the host’s voice reverberated through the otherwise silent venue.


    From her seat near the front, Paige sat with her chin lifted, basking in the anticipation. Her expression radiated pride. She could already envision the moment her name would be announced as the winner. After tonight, her life would change forever. She would rise as the newest darling of the art scene—endorsements lining up, invitations flooding in, fame chasing her like a shadow.


    In the back rows, Kiara and Darin watched with equal excitement. Though their seatscked prestige, that didn’t dampen their enthusiasm.


    Kiara’s phone buzzed nonstop with messages—offers from fashion houses, cosmetics empires, and brands they never imagined woulde calling. Everyone wanted Paige.


    Kiara held her head high, beaming with satisfaction as her daughter had brought her such immense pride. The stain of the past scandal had vanished without a trace. She showed every message to Darin, her voice brimming with pride. “Darin, just look at how extraordinary Paige is. The future honor of the Jones family liespletely in her hands.”


    A wide grin spread across Darin’s face. He nodded like a bobblehead. “She really is. Absolutely brilliant.”


    Tilting her chin, Kiara allowed herself a hint of arrogance. “And she was raised by me. That kind of excellence doesn’t appear out of nowhere.”


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    With Merritt as a powerful ally and Paige shining so brightly, Kiara no longer felt the need to bow to Darin’s authority. For the first time in years, she subtly held herself above him.


    Rather than argue, Darin weed the change. The past—the scandals, the disgrace—no longer held weight in the face of Paige’s rising fame and the profits it brought. He softened toward Kiara, more indulgent than before. “You’re right. You’ve brought honor to the Jones family.”


    He moved closer to Kiara’s ear, his voice low and suggestive as he said, “Get ready for something special tonight.”


    A spark lit up in Kiara’s eyes as a rosy flush crept across her cheeks. Since the incident, Darin had avoided her room altogether. But now, things seemed to be shifting in her favor once again.


    Without hesitation, Kiara tapped her screen and sent the avnche of brand offers straight to Paige. “Paige, you’ve got a flood of endorsementsing in. Any idea which one we should go with?”


    Rather than ept them immediately, Paige messaged back confidently, saying, “Mom, there’s no need to rush. Once I walk away with the championship tonight, even bigger names will be lining up. These early offers won’t even matter.”


    A proud grin tugged at Kiara’s lips. “Your vision is always ahead of the curve, Paige. Alright then, I’ll wait for your cue.”


    Conversation ended, and Paige shifted her focus back to the stage. Seated to her left, Luciano kept smiling—his expression brimming with the same anticipation she felt.


    Victory for Paige wouldn’t just be her moment. It would mark a substantial rise for Luciano. With Paige as Merritt’s goddaughter, he could leverage Merritt’s influence for more benefits in the future.


    Together, the two of them—mentor and disciple—sat poised andposed under the spotlight of the art world, dreaming not of beauty, but of recognition, status, and wealth. The smugness they wore matched in both polish and pride.


    But that confidence cracked the moment apuse echoed across the auditorium, just as the final two artworks appeared on the massive screen. A shared look of rm flickered between them. To their disbelief, the expected list had changed. Two of the previously settled top ten entries had been reced by submissions they had seen earlier in the day during the live-stream broadcast. These artworks belonged to none other than Elliana and Hailee.


    Shock rippled across Luciano’s face, contorting his features in disbelief. The artworks he had openly ridiculed before millions of viewers had advanced to the finals of the Starry Oil Painting Competition, leaving him deeply embarrassed.


    A nervous jolt ran through Paige, her breath hitched. Elliana had humiliated her before, always at the worst possible moments. Now, that same dread crept back in, making her fingers tremble against her gown. “Mr. Scott, what is going on?” she whispered shakily, turning toward Luciano.


    Luciano was just as flustered, though he managed to keep his calm facade. “Don’t worry. Even though they’ve reached the finals, they don’t have what it takes to challenge you for the championship. You’re still well ahead of them.”


    Paige felt a bit more at ease after hearing Luciano’s words of reassurance. She turned to steal a nce at Elliana standing off in the corner, wishing she could call Elliana out right then and there. In her eyes, Elliana should be worthless!


    At that moment, chaos broke out across both the live stream and thepetition venue as Elliana’s and Hailee’s artworks made their appearance…


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