Chapter 7

It turned out that when Trent wasn't at home, he was at the company, completely absorbed in developing his new game.

Forget about cheating, he barely even left the house.

I took a few saved screenshots from the surveillance footage and sent them to Mom, letting her know exactly where I stood.

I thought that would be enough to make her back off. But to my surprise, she didn't even stay quiet for three days before she stirred up more trouble.

After three days of cleaning and repairs, my art exhibition reopened.

I hadn't discarded the damaged paintings as I planned to repair the canvases, so I stored them in the back for now.

There weren't many guests that day. I was enjoying the lunch Betty had lovingly packed for me when two middle-aged women barged into the gallery.

Holding their phones, they examined the gallery's layout while whispering to each other. Once they confirmed this was the place they were looking for, they marched up with their heads held high.

"Where's the owner?"