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    Kurt nodded. “Robin has a point. I wouldn’t feel right giving you a damaged painting, Christina. How about I give you shares in Miller’s Casino instead?”


    Dn, always calm and graceful, spoke up in a gentle tone. “For Christina, the most valuable thing is whatever she’s drawn to. You should let her choose what she likes.”


    Christina’s gazended on Dn, her eyes warm with gratitude as her smile widened. “Mr. Scott always gets me.”


    When it came to wealth, Christina was on equal footing with both the Miller and Scott families. Money had never been an issue for her. Only a handful of things in this world managed to truly spark her interest. Maybe it came from her work as a restorer. She was always pulled toward antiques and artifacts that needed care. With each sessful restoration of an item steeped in history, she experienced a deep sense of fulfillment. That was one of the reasons she lived the way she did.


    Robin’s mouth twisted into a scowl, feeling left out. Why did Christina always seem to have something nice to say about Dn? Didn’t he and his grandfather just suggest she choose something far more valuable?


    Robin felt a knot of frustration, shooting Dn a re full of unfiltered irritation. Kurt offered a gentle smile. “If you really want that old painting, I won’t argue. I actually felt the same way as you years ago. The image of that girl with half her face missing really stuck with me.”


    Kurt’s affection for Christina only grew, and his hopes of having her as a granddaughter-inw soared higher than ever. ncing at Robin, he let out a quiet sigh. Robin didn’t stand a chance against Dn, making it uncertain if Christina would marry into the Miller family.


    Christina gave Kurt a grateful smile. “I appreciate your kindness.”


    She hadn’t expected to get such a valuable find after attending Kurt’s birthday celebration. Once she got her hands on the damaged old painting, she’d dive into restoring it, determined to bring back the full spirit and beauty of the girl in the painting.


    Kurt’s reply was warm. “As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters most.”


    After savoring their coffee, Christina and the others walked out of the room and made their way back to the main hall. As soon as they reappeared, every head in the room turned in their direction.


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    Kurt guided Christina over to where the oil painting was disyed. Up close, the damage was obvious. There were holes, corrosion, and the armored girl’s face was half gone. Even the knight’s sword the girl held had faded to almost nothing, leaving only a bit of the hilt and the tip.


    Despite its battered condition, the painting was famous far and wide. Almost everyone had at least heard its name—Half-Faced Warrior.


    As Kurt and Christina stood before it, more and more guests gathered around, all eyes fixed on the Half-Faced Warrior. The crowd wondered why Kurt abruptly paid attention to this damaged piece.


    Kurt exined to the crowd, “Today’s chaos has disturbed Miss Jones, so as an apology, I let her choose a few antiques. But she only wanted this painting, so it’s hers.”


    When the guests learned Christina had passed over other valuable antiques only to im this ruined painting, confused nces spread among them.


    “The painting might have a name, but it’s so worn out that it’s lost any real value, and keeping it intact is a constant headache.”


    “If the Half-Faced Warrior were in perfect condition, it would easily fetch millions at auction.”


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