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The next day, a bombshell announcement sent shockwaves through the city.
[The Gauthier Group Invests Millions in a Grand Retrospective to Honor the Late Genius, Sienna Sawyer!]
[Echoes of the Abyss: A Sienna Sawyer Retrospective Opens Soon. Mr. Gauthier to Unveil His Late Wife's Final Masterpieces!]
[A Billionaire's Heartbreak: The Ultimate Confession in the Name of Art!]
The front pages of every major publication and the top trending spots on social media were completely dominated by the news.
The official press release from The Gauthier Group was deeply emotional and tear-jerking.
It painted Grant Gauthier as a tragically heartbroken widower, utterly devastated by the loss of his wife.
His three years of silence were described as a period of profound mourning and introspection.
This exhibition was framed as his salvation, a step out of the shadows. He had decided to share his wife's brilliance with the world, allowing her to achieve immortality through her art.
Attached to the announcement was a recent photo of Grant.
In the picture, he looked gaunt and exhausted. His eyes were hollow and filled with sorrow as he stood before a massive, unfinished canvas, cradling an obscured box against his chest. The sheer devastation in his gaze was palpable to anyone who looked.
In an instant, public opinion completely flipped.
Those who had once mocked him for losing his mind now sighed in admiration of his devotion.
People who had long forgotten the name Sienna Sawyer began discussing the tragic genius painter once more.
However, the most striking and ruthless move in the entire press release was hidden at the very end.
[...To ensure that Ms. Sienna Sawyer's artistic legacy is passed on, and to bridge the past with the future, we extend our most sincere, public invitation to the most outstanding young artist of our time, K.]
[We hope that K will join this retrospective as a special guest, engaging in an artistic dialogue across time and space with a soul in heaven.]
Instantly, all eyes turned to K.

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