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Hunter smoothly steered the conversation. "So, Sienna, they came today with utmost sincerity, hoping to establish a profound partnership with you."
Laurent leaned forward slightly, his blue eyes brimming with anticipation. "Ms. Sawyer, the Centre Pompidou is hosting a major joint exhibition next spring, and we would love to reserve an exclusive gallery specifically for you."
"We hope you can use 'The Chrysalis Broken' as the foundation to create an entirely new series."
Julian chimed in, "At the same time, Sotheby's would like to host a dedicated solo auction for your work. We believe your pieces have the potential to shatter the auction records for Asian contemporary artists."
This was an olive branch that any artist would dream of receiving.
The Pompidou's exclusive gallery, Sotheby's solo auction, and every other heavyweight in the room practically scrambling to collaborate with her. That included Lucas, who was here representing his own empire to secure a partnership.
If Sienna agreed, it meant she would bypass the grueling ladder every emerging artist had to climb and step straight into the global spotlight, demanding the world's attention.
Sienna's fingertips trembled slightly.
She saw a path leading toward the sun, toward true freedom.
A path that would allow her to completely sever the shadows of the past eight years and reclaim the identity she once knew as "K."
"I..." She parted her lips, the words "I accept" hovering right on the edge of her tongue.
But the system's warning echoing in her mind—"Settlement will occur only after the previous penalty round concludes"—dragged her back to cold reality.
She couldn't leave yet.
At least, not until she completed that "death."
She needed time to push Grant's obsession to its absolute peak, ensuring she had enough time and freedom for her rebirth.
Watching the shifting emotions on her face, Hunter's heart leaped into her throat. She knew exactly what Sienna was hesitating over—the messy, entangled past.
"Sienna," Hunter grabbed her hand, squeezing tightly. "Say yes. Go overseas. Rebuild yourself completely."
Sienna looked up, meeting three pairs of expectant eyes.
She took a deep breath and answered, "Alright. I agree."


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