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Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 276
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Chapter 276 Sweat slid down Kade's cheek. Her eyes were filled with fear as she stared at Serena.

Those hidden, unspeakable revenge tactics-Serena had just said them out loud without hesitation.

"A-Aren't you afraid that I'll call the police right now and say you're threatening-" Serena cut her off coldly. "Go ahead. I've been looking for the mastermind behind that car accident. And now, out of nowhere, someone shows up at the hospital, making a scene, acting all panicked. I wonder if that's enough to get the police to dig deeper." When she said the last two words, a murderous glint flashed in her gaze.

Kade gulped, terrified that this whole mess would end up exposing something even worse.

Furious but helpless, she glared at Ruth through the small window of the hospital room, then spun on her heels and left.

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Before walking away, she pointed a finger at Serena, eyes burning with resentment. "It wasn't me! Dig all you want-I don't care!" Serena didn't bother responding. She simply arranged for two more bodyguards to guard Ruth's room.

Of course, she already knew who the real mastermind was. It was Wendy.

Sooner or later, she would get what she deserved.

As Serena was lost in thought, her phone suddenly vibrated.

It was Samuel, the porcelain exhibition organizer-someone she hadn't heard from in a while.

"The porcelain exhibition is opening in a few days. I'd like to invite you as a guest artist. Also, having you there would be great publicity. There's been a lot of buzz online about how talented you are." Serena raised an eyebrow. She didn't expect word to spread this fast.

Still, she wanted more people to see her mother's porcelain works, so she agreed without hesitation. "I'll be there." A few days later, the porcelain exhibition opened.

In Javerton City's high society, Samuel was quite a well-known figure. So, for him to secure a venue at a renowned art museum where the usual exhibits were worth millions, spoke volumes about his influence.

The event attracted a crowd of elite guests, from celebrities to art collectors.

Serena watched as a popular influencer snapped a picture of a new artist's work, posted it online, then walked away without a second glance.

She turned to Samuel, remarking casually, "You never mentioned the scale of this exhibition. There are works from both emerging and established artists here." Samuel smirked, adjusting his paint-stained hat. His retro-style coat, splattered with traces of color, made him look like a melancholic artist but his sharp eyes gleamed like a fox that had just outsmarted its prey.

"In Javerton City, if I can call Hugh a friend, that means I have sstanding too. He dominates the business world, and I have my little reputation in the art scene. And since these works are worth a fortune, I asked each artist to create a replica piece for display" Serena couldn't help but laugh. "I see. I underestimated you. Who knew you were such a big shot in the art world?" Samuel waved his hand dismissively but his smug expression betrayed his fake modesty. "Oh, please. I'm just keeping a low profile." He was clearly enjoying the praise.

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As they wandered through the exhibition, they stopped in front of a display labeled "Amber Hanson". Nearby, a woman stood with her

arms crossed, scoffing coldly.

"Amber's s works were all sold offages ago. Where did these so-called 'authentic pieces' cfrom? What a joke. It's all just fake garbage trying to get attention." Samuel's smile instantly vanished. His brow furrowed as he stepped forward.

"Miss, please don't speak nonsense.

The replica pieces here are for

appreciation only. And these were created by renowned artists-they're from the real nearly indistinguishable from ones. If you don't appreciate them, feel free to move on." His voice was calm but firm.

"A replica is a replica! I don't care how close to the real thing it is. Amber Hanson is dead. No one can inherit her skills. This whole exhibition is just a pile of counterfeits! Who are you trying to fool?"