Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 45

If Yvette, the boss's newly favored prodigy, was working this hard, how could the rest of them secure their positions if they slacked off?

Overnight, an intense wave of hyper-competitiveness swept through the Azure Atelier.

Everyone walked with a hurried urgency, their faces serious, acting as if they were handling matters of national security.

Catching onto the intense atmosphere, even the chronically lazy Charlotte became remarkably productive.

A week later.

Through relentless overtime, Yvette and Gareth finally completed the restoration of the ancient painting.

The two exchanged a look and shared a knowing, triumphant smile.

Yvette felt a deep, genuine respect for Gareth.

Every single day, he pushed his physical limits to keep up with the work, possessing an unyielding, unbreakable spirit.

Gareth's admiration for Yvette, however, was bordering on reverence.

She might have looked young, but her restoration skills were undeniably at the very pinnacle of the industry.

She was hardworking, fiercely dedicated, entirely devoid of arrogance, and meticulously responsible.

"Mr. Raymond, tomorrow, just hand the painting over to Mr. Sterling yourself. There's no need to mention my involvement."

"Why on earth not?" Gareth tried to hold back but simply couldn't stop himself from asking.

The Sterling family sat at the very top of the social pyramid in Kingsbrook. Getting into his good graces would bring nothing but endless benefits.

"I find him annoying," Yvette frowned.

Gareth burst out into a hearty laugh. He patted her slender shoulder and whispered conspiratorially, "I find him pretty annoying, too."

The next day.

Trent arrived at the Azure Atelier bright and early.

He was absolutely certain there was no way the painting could be restored in a week. He was doing this purely to vent his frustration on Jabez's behalf.

His best friend was being cuckolded, and he couldn't just sit back and watch!

He crossed his legs, leaning back into the sofa while sipping a cup of premium tea.

Matthew pushed the door open and walked in. "Mr. Sterling."

"Mr. Sutton, how is my painting coming along?" A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Sterling. Mr. Raymond has already gone to retrieve it," Matthew replied with a perfectly polite smile.

Trent snapped back to reality, hastily rearranging his expression.

He took the painting from Gareth's hands, scrutinizing it inch by inch, desperately trying to find a single flaw or imperfection.

But he was severely disappointed.

The restoration was immaculate.

There was absolutely no trace that the painting had ever been damaged or repaired.

Restoring the old to its former glory without erasing its history.

This was the absolute highest echelon of restoration mastery.

His hands trembled slightly as he held the canvas. Trent looked up at Matthew, entirely stunned.

"Who restored this painting?"

Matthew turned his head, glancing out the window at Yvette, who was busy working in the lab, before smoothly shifting his gaze back. "Mr. Raymond, of course."

A hidden diamond in the rough.

It was time for her to shine entirely on her own merit.