My Cruel Professor Shredded My Only Hope, Then The Louvre Director Appeared

The Turn of the Tide

Just as the weight of the ruined canvas threatened to drag me into the abyss, the double doors of the ICU burst open. Henri Laurent and Vivienne Vance entered, their presence commanding the very air in the room. They weren't there for the hospital; they were there for me. The look of veneration in Henri’s eyes as he spotted me was almost overwhelming. Mademoiselle Chen! We tracked your hidden masterwork across three countries!

Dubois’s smirk froze, his features contorting into a mask of confusion. Vivienne didn't even acknowledge the professor. She strode past him, her eyes fixed solely on my face. She opened a leather folio, revealing a certified bank draft for ten million dollars. Sotheby's and the Louvre jointly offer ten million dollars in certified funds for your private collection. The silence that followed was heavy with the sound of the rain outside. Dubois looked as though he had been struck. His spectacles slipped, his face turned a ghostly shade of gray, and his arrogant posture finally broke. He stammered, Wait—ten million?! She is my student, I mentored her vision! Vivienne turned, her icy glare cutting through his desperation like a blade.