Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)
Billionaire Is 162

Chapter 162 Reclaiming What's Rightfully Mine

Chapter 162 Reclaiming What's Rightfully Mine

I went online to search for this art exhibition hosted by mysterious foreign tycoon

The event had invited some of the top-ranking masters in the art field as judges and extended invitations to renowned artists both domestic and international

While it carried the banner of art, it was, in truth, a competitive showcase and a grand auction.

Participation wasn't easy. Only first-class artists could qualify

Many of the entrants were already acclaimed artists from around the world.

With such a talented pool of contestants, the exhibition naturally drew collectors and art connoisseurs globally to bid on the works.

The five-million prize pool was merely a gimmick.

The real buyers came for the invaluable artwork, with prices far exceeding that figure.

For lesser-known artists, it was a rare opportunity to gain exposure. The organizers could make a fortune. the buyers could acquire coveted pieces, and fans got to see their favorite artists' new creations.

For the powers behind it, this was a lucrative cash grab, but it was one of those rare occasions where every party walked away satisfied.

A silent storm had already begun brewing in the domestic art field. Among the buzz, the fans of S were the most fervent

They flooded Anna's social media account to urge her to participate. They claimed it was her duty to represent the country and that her fans were eager to see her new work.

The registration deadline was fast approaching. I hadn't noticed it because I was caught up in recent events surrounding the Boltons.

"I want to participate, but I'm afraid it's too late," I said,

"There's still time." Carter's response was firm.

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He pointed to the registration date on the screen. "You've got two days left. You can make it if you start painting now."

Encouraged by the confidence in his gaze, I nodded resolutely. "Okay"

There was enough time. Anna had taken so many of my paintings. While her skills were decent, any profession valdes innate talent. Some people are simply born gifted.

When we first started learning art as children, even our teacher remarked that she lacked the inspiration I

had.

This time, she would undoubtedly use my paintings to compete. At her last solo exhibition, she had

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already displayed many of my works, and the ones she hadn't yet sheron must be running out

I could already guess which ones she would use.

This time, my opponent wasn't anyone else but the version of me from my previous life.

I locked myself in the studio for the entire day,

My mind was filled with memories. Those before my death, the time after when I became a spirit, and the insights I gained after taking over Zocy's body. And then, I had a vision.

When I emerged from the studio a day later, Carter was waiting outside the door.

The snowstorm had passed, leaving behind a bright, sunny day.

Sitting against the light, his silhouette looked incredibly gentle.

"Finished?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm done."

"I'll help you fill out the registration form. Under what name do you want to compete?" His gaze was steady.

Without hesitation, I said, "S."

Years ago, I whimsically chose the pseudonym "S," never imagining it would cause such a storm in the art world. I didn't care for the name, but Anna treated it as a prized honor. She displayed my paintings at her solo exhibition. Although she never outright claimed to be 5, she didn't deny it when fans assumed so. She had basked in the glory that wasn't hers. The Sanders hailed her as a genius painter, unaware that everything she held dear belonged to their unwanted eldest daughter.

When I was dead, I couldn't stop her. I could only watch as she twisted the truth.

But today, I would peel away Anna's mask layer by layer to expose her.

The Sanders adored her, didn't they?

ir love will survive once the truth comes to light.

Let's see if their

"Got it. I'll handle the arrangements," Carter said. He was such a reliable man.

As I went downstairs, I saw Alisa sitting with Luke. The two seemed to be getting along well.

They had already registered their marriage. Luke, recovering from treatment, looked tired, but Alisa cared for him attentively, peeling him an apple with unwavering patience. How could Luke not realize that he had been set up by Alisa that night, especially after what he had gone through with Anna?

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Regardless of Alisa's motives for approaching him, after experiencing my death and Anna's scheming in such a short period, he couldn't possibly accept Alisa.

As a result, he always maintained a cold attitude toward her. Even when Alisa tried to please him by peeling an apple with a smile, he abruptly said, "I'm sick"

"Yes, I know. That's why you need to eat more to recover quickly."

He interrupted her again, this time cruelly. "Stomach cancer."

Alisa froze mid-motion, clearly unprepared for this revelation.

Luke's lips curled into a bitter smirk. "So, you've married a man with cancer after all your scheming. Do you regret it?"

From the very beginning, when he realized he had been drugged and manipulated by Alisa, he didn't make a scene. He even went along with getting the marriage certificate without protest. He had been waiting for this moment to deliver a brutal blow to Alisa!

He thought that this was the price for her scheming against him.

But instead of showing regret as expected, Alisa merely paused for a moment. Then, without a word, she calmly finished peeling the apple, sliced it into crescent-shaped pieces, and handed it to him. "Then you need to eat more. Whatever your illness is, Luke, I'll face it with you. I'm your wife now." Her words were so genuine, even I was moved. Alisa was different-from Anna, Sadie, and even the old She had a seemingly gentle demeanor but was unyielding and relentless beneath the surface. She was a formidable opponent if she stood against you.

However, this approach wouldn't work for Luke. After Anna, he trusted no one-especially not women.

He swatted the apple from her hand. "Don't pretend. It's disgusting."

"Luke..."

Without looking back, he said, "Just leave. Today marks my ex-wife's seventh day since passing. I don't want to see anyone right now-especially women." So, I had been buried for seven days.

As he headed upstairs, our eyes met briefly.

Luke looked at me coldly without a word.

In his eyes, I was also his enemy.

As he headed upstairs and I headed downstairs, we were like parallel lines, destined never to cross again,

1 comforted Alisa briefly before seeing her out. Then, I went to replace Carter to ask about the police investigation.

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If they followed the lead of the statue, there should ha

When I opened the door, I saw him sitting in his whee preparing to change.

I quickly turned away. "Sorry, I forgot to knock

The sound of the wheelchair drew closer. Before I kne pressed against me.

"Carter... "I was flustered.

He chuckled lightly. "Why would you knock in your he

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If they followed the lead of the statue, there should h

When I opened the door. I saw him sitting in his whe preparing to change.

I quickly turned away. "Sorry, I forgot to knock."

The sound of the wheelchair drew closer. Before I kn pressed against me.

"Carter... "I was flustered.

He chuckled lightly. "Why would you knock in your h

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When I opened the door, I saw him sitting in his wheelchair, shirtless, with a dress shirt in his hands, preparing to change.

I quickly turned away, "Sorry, I forgot to knock

The sound of the wheelchair drew closer. Before I knew it, I was pulled into his embrace. His bare chest pressed against me. "Carter... "I was flustered.

He chuckled lightly. "Why would you knock in your hou