?Chapter 945:


    “Without question. This Half-Faced Warrior is genuine—and the hand that restored it possesses a mastery beyond anything I could hope to match,” Magnus dered, his excitement evident in every word. If fate would grant him the chance to meet this unmatched restorer, he could die without regret.


    Suddenly, a memory stirred in his mind—another painting from years ago, brought back to life by a restorer of uncanny talent. Yet, he had only ever seen the finished work. The restorer behind the masterpiece had remained unseen. Even the owner of that painting had never met the restorer face-to-face. Could it be…?


    Magnus’s eyes widened as a thought struck him like lightning. Was the mysterious master from all those years ago the same one who had restored the Half-Faced Warrior?


    He turned to Christina, leaning forward with eager anticipation in his eyes, and asked, “Miss, do you know the restorer of this painting?”


    “I do,” Christina answered inly. And in truth, no one alive knew that restorer more intimately than she did—for all it took was a nce in the mirror.


    Magnus’s excitement surged, his breath quickening as his vision blurred. For a moment, he nearly fainted from the overwhelming thrill. But he couldn’t copse now, not when he was on the verge of uncovering the identity of the mysterious restorer.


    “Well, could you perhaps introduce me to that master? I sincerely wish to meet this restoration expert,” Magnus pleaded, his voice trembling with longing. He had no idea what the master looked like, but if fate didn’t ce them in his path, he would go to any lengths to make it happen—even if it meant begging for the chance to meet them.


    “No introduction is needed—you’ve already met her,” Christina replied, a faint smile tugging at her lips.


    Magnus blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. What on earth did she mean by that? No introduction? Already met?


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    The guests exchanged bewildered nces, struggling to make sense of her words. Each of them instinctively envisioned the restorer as someone much older. Surely, only age could bring the depth of skill needed to surpass Magnus. None of them could possibly imagine such a figure being connected to Christina.


    But as Dn observed the quiet pride in Christina’s stance, a realization struck him with stunning force. His heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in disbelief. “You… You mean you’re the one who restored the Half-Faced Warrior?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.


    The moment the words left him, the room erupted in stunned expressions, every gaze snapping to Christina. How could it be possible? Could the restorer, whose skill surpassed even Magnus’s, really be this woman? There had to be some mistake. Christina was so young, hardly fitting the image of a seasoned antiquities restorer. Could her skills truly rival Magnus’s?


    Only then did Magnus shake off his own daze, equally astonished. He stared hard at Christina, his features shifting in disbelief. He managed to find his voice and urgently asked, “Please, youngdy, tell me honestly—did you truly restore this oil painting?”


    “Yes, Mr. Cruz. I wouldn’t dream of deceiving you. I am indeed the one who restored this oil painting.” Christina’s tone carried a casual elegance, as if the feat had been no more difficult than snapping her fingers.


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