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    “Hurry—she’s about to step forward. We need to get ahead of her!” Katie urged, giving Brendon a quick nudge.


    Christina was on the verge of presenting her gift when Brendon moved smoothly past her, iming the moment for himself. “Mrs. Scott,” he announced, offering the painting with both hands. “This is an oil painting my family managed to acquire, titled Eyes from Heaven.”


    He caught the faint spark of excitement in Margot’s eyes immediately. She had a known fondness for oil paintings—he had gambled on it, and his choice was right. The five hundred million spent on it had been a daring gamble, but it had clearly paid off.


    “This painting vanished long ago. I’ve heard of it and seen photographs, but never beheld it in person. Thank you for your gift. I like it very much,” Margot said warmly, her smile radiant as she turned to her longtime housekeeper. “L, please unveil the painting for everyone to enjoy.”


    “Yes, Mrs. Scott,” L replied with quiet respect.


    Momentster, the artwork was disyed before the gathered guests.


    “This is breathtaking—truly a masterpiece of living detail!”


    “A remarkable work indeed, and so well preserved. To see this in my lifetime—now I have no regrets.”<fnfcd3> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? ?ovelFind</fnfcd3>


    “Mrs. Scott, we owe you our gratitude for letting us witness such a divine creation. The Eyes from Heaven is extraordinary.”


    The guests poured out their admiration, silently agreeing that the Dawson family was likely on the cusp of great fortune. Margot had not requested L to personally unveil any other gifts, a clear sign of her immense satisfaction with this one painting. The Dawson family had struck gold, offering a gift that resonated deeply with her.


    The chorus of praise left Brendon feeling almost lightheaded, his mind already racing with the resources and connections this could bring. Surely, the Dawson family was poised for a meteoric rise. He allowed a confident smile to spread across his face as he scanned the room.


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    Katie edged closer to Christina, her grin brimming with smug triumph. “So what if you wouldn’t sell us your painting? We found one even better.”


    “And how much did you spend on it?” Christina asked, her faint smile carrying a note of mockery.


    “Five hundred million!” Katie let out augh. “The painting you have didn’t even fetch four hundred million at auction. I’d suggest you spare yourself the embarrassment and keep it hidden.”


    Katie surmised that with such a dazzling work already revealed, Feathers of the Divine would only wither inparison. Showing it could bring Christina nothing but humiliation. If Christina wished to avoid disgrace, it would be wiser to keep it out of sight.


    “Spending more doesn’t make it better—it only shows you’re foolish,” Christina replied, her lips curling into a teasing smile.


    “You!” Katie’s face tightened, her anger spilling over into a bitterugh. “Hah! What good is your sharp tongue here? Actions speak louder than words. Our gift is a hundred—no, a thousand—times better than yours.”


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