Blind Artist's Clay Secret Unleashes A Diamond Worth Millions To Her Cruel Ex!

The Unveiling

Armand’s hand shot out, not to accept the money, but to snatch the bust away. His intention was clear: to claim the work, to possess what he believed was his by virtue of his perceived superiority. But Grace’s response was lightning fast. Her clay-dusted hand snapped forward, intercepting his wrist in a grip of surprising strength. The sudden kinetic torque was enough. A sharp, loud crack echoed through the tavern as the brittle outer layer of the clay fractured. Armand’s sneer dissolved into a grimace of pain, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

Grace’s voice, though calm, was sharp as a shard of glass.