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    Since Dn had said so, Margot chose not to intervene, letting events unfold as they would. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder about hisposure. Why did he seem unconcerned about Christina’s potential embarrassment? Or was he confident that the painting she intended to unveil could rival, perhaps even surpass, the Dawson family’s gift?


    L cast an uncertain nce at Christina and then at Margot.


    Just as L hesitated, a voice from the crowd broke the silence. “Miss Jones, you’d better reconsider. The Feathers of the Divine you bought is no match for Eyes from Heaven. Why set yourself up for shame?”


    “Who said I was presenting Feathers of the Divine?” Christina’s lips curved faintly, her calm gaze sweeping the banquet hall.


    At this, a ripple of shock swept through the guests. Eyes widened, and whispers stirred. She wasn’t presenting Feathers of the Divine to Margot? Then what on earth had she prepared? And why had she spent such an extravagant sum to acquire Feathers of the Divine?<fn417f> Th?s chapter is updated by FιndＮovel</fn417f>


    The air shifted—curiosity began to mingle with disbelief. What painting could possibly surpass Eyes from Heaven?


    Katie stiffened beside Brendon, her voice low and uneasy. “Brendon, could she really have found something better than our Eyes from Heaven?”


    “Impossible. There’s no way she’ll outdo us.” Brendon’s hand tightened into a fist, though a strange tension crept into his chest.


    “If she truly can present something greater, it would speak volumes about her abilities,” Ynda remarked gently. “But I can’t see it happening.”


    “She couldn’t find a better piece. She doesn’t have the connections or the resources,” Katie dered, her fists clenched.


    A guest, unable to contain their intrigue, finally asked, “Miss Jones, if it’s not Feathers of the Divine, then which painting are you showing us?”


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    Christina remainedposed, her voice deliberate and clear as she spoke each syble. “The Half-Faced Warrior.”


    The name alone caused another wave of astonishment to ripple through the hall.


    “If memory serves, The Half-Faced Warrior belongs to the Miller family collection. She wouldn’t dare present a forgery, would she?”


    “Even if it were authentic, that damaged piece couldn’t possibly rival the wless Eyes from Heaven. I thought we were about to see something extraordinary, but it seems my anticipation was for nothing.”


    “Miss Jones couldn’t have the authentic painting. Everyone knows the genuine Half-Faced Warrior belongs to the Miller family. Theirs is the only real one.”


    “Wait, she looks familiar… Oh! I remember now. She once attended Kurt’s birthday banquet. That’s where she took the Half-Faced Warrior from the Millers. Who would have thought she’d hand it over to Margot as a birthday present?”


    “So basically, she’s just handing over something she got freely? That’s low. Using someone else’s gift to curry favor… Margot won’t like that. She’s finished.” Several guests eyed Christina as though they were front-row at a scandal, eagerly anticipating her humiliation.


    Ynda caught the whispers and allowed herself a sly, satisfied smile. This time, Christina was bound to irritate Margot.


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