He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 105

The competition began with the attendees voting for their favorite paintings, followed by another round of screening by the judges.

Unsurprisingly, the gold medal winner for both rounds was the exact same piece.

The door to the VIP lounge backstage pushed open, and Hunter walked in, unable to suppress the excitement on her face.

"Ready? They're about to announce the gold medal."

Sienna leaned back on the sofa. Hearing this, she merely gave a soft "hmm," her eyelashes lowered, hiding her emotions.

Her life countdown only had one week left.

This award was a grand farewell for her.

Inside the exhibition hall, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch.

The host stood in the center of the stage, gripping the envelope, his voice trembling with excitement.

"After unanimous agreement by the judging panel, the highest honor of this year's 'Emerging Voices' exhibition, the Gold Medal, goes to..."

He paused deliberately, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats.

Immediately after, the massive LED screen slowly lit up. Gold letters popped up one by one in the silence, like a premeditated explosion.

[The "Emerging Voices" Art Exhibition · Gold Medal]

[Winning Artwork: The Chrysalis Broken]

[Winner: Sienna Sawyer]

"—Sienna Sawyer! For The Chrysalis Broken!"

The hall was dead silent for exactly three seconds.

Then, with a deafening roar, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause!

Arthur Penhaligon, who had first discovered the painting in Zone C, had red rims around his eyes, clapping until his hands stung.

"Well deserved!" he shouted loudly, as if afraid someone might not hear him.

The host maintained a professional smile, but his eyes betrayed his uncontainable thrill.

"Please welcome our Gold Medalist, Ms. Sienna Sawyer, to the stage to accept her award."

Looking at her face, Grant suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

It wasn't her appearance that was foreign, but an elegant, aloof aura he had never seen in her before.

When did she become this kind of person?

Or perhaps, she had always been this way, and he had just never truly looked at her.

The applause lingered for a long time. In the front row, Hunter lifted her chin, smiling triumphantly.

The host handed over the microphone. "Ms. Sawyer, could you share the creative journey behind The Chrysalis Broken?"

Sienna spoke at an unhurried pace, her words logical and profound. The host then asked a few more questions, all of which she answered flawlessly.

She lifted her head, her gaze drifting past the edge of the stage, sweeping over the dense crowd.

Just then, her eyes collided violently with someone in the audience she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Cillian Blackwood!

The ruthless devil from the underground casino was currently dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, sitting in the VIP section. His legs were crossed in a lazy posture that still radiated a suffocating, predatory dominance.