Every brushstroke was executed perfectly. Tiffany's skill was impressive. Sandra's eyes widened in shock. Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she never would have believed the painting was done by Tiffany.

She thought, "Does that mean the other paintings that ended up in Mr. Fremont's hands were also done by Tiffany? Then why didn't she come forward to claim them?"

Suspicion rose in Sandra's heart. After considering it, she could only conclude one possibility: Tiffany must have known she was suspended and missed the initial selection, so her name had been removed from the list. Having lost her qualification for the official selection, she used this method to attract Mr. Fremont's attention. What a calculating move!

Sandra stood outside the door, feeling a mix of jealousy and anger. Tiffany had hidden her abilities so well that, despite their previous close relationship, Sandra had never known she possessed such talent.

If Philip ever finds out that the paintings he values so highly were done by someone else, and that I have taken credit for them… Sandra shuddered at the thought. The consequences were too frightening to imagine. I must never let that happen! As Sandra pondered this, her eyes gleamed with a devious idea.

Just then, Tiffany stood up from her chair, stretching lazily and answering a phone call. "Okay, okay, I'll be right there." Sandra assumed it was Zoe, inviting her to lunch.

Tiffany grabbed her bag and left. Sandra then emerged from her hiding place and realized Tiffany hadn't locked the door in her haste. Secretly delighted, Sandra quietly slipped into Tiffany's room and carefully stole the newly completed oil painting.

Meanwhile, Tiffany wasn't going to lunch with Zoe. She went straight to the basketball court and discreetly left school. June was waiting in her car. Tiffany got in, cheerfully changed clothes, and carefully disguised herself. In no time, the stunning young woman had transformed into a modest-looking miracle healer.

Seeing her good mood, June teased, "Did something interesting happen?"

Tiffany smiled. "Not really. I just caught a fish—that's all."

June knew Tiffany wasn't being literal. It was probably another clever trick to manipulate others—a side of Tiffany she'd seen many times. Tiffany was always smart and resourceful; her wit was razor-sharp, except when it came to love.

After spending time together, June concluded that Tiffany truly had no feelings left for Kenneth. That was enough. June's master's efforts to pave the way for her hadn't been in vain.

The car drove on and arrived at Royal Bay. Tiffany had promised that, although she wouldn't stay, she would come daily to give the child acupuncture and check his condition. She wouldn't forget this commitment, even if it meant scaling walls. The servants at Royal Bay had clearly received instructions and admitted her without question.

As usual, June waited downstairs while Tiffany went upstairs alone. Evan's condition had improved significantly; the damaged nerves were slowly healing. Tiffany was confident that, with continued treatment and acupuncture, he would wake up within half a month.

After another two hours, Tiffany collected her needles and breathed a sigh of relief before leaving the room. As she was about to leave, Richard returned home.

"Mr. Hampton," Tiffany said politely, "I've completed my task for today. I shall take my leave. Goodbye." She had no intention of staying.

Richard didn't press her, simply nodding and saying, "Okay." It was a brief, polite, and distant encounter. However, as they passed, Richard caught a faint whiff of a subtle, pleasant fragrance—not perfume. Despite his extreme sensitivity, he didn't find it unpleasant.

Richard stopped. When he turned, the young woman and June were already in the car and leaving. As he watched her slender figure disappear, an eerie sense of familiarity washed over him, as if she overlapped with a past memory. A thoughtful expression crossed his face, and a gleam of deep contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Tiffany returned to school. She changed clothes and removed her makeup in the car. By the time she returned, it was almost noon.

While eating lunch in the cafeteria, Zoe relayed the information she'd gathered to Tiffany.

"Tiffany, it's exactly as you said. Sandra stole your painting! She gave it to Mr. Fremont, and he was thrilled. He praised her skills, even saying she has the same spirit as her artwork!" Zoe continued disdainfully. "Hmph, she's so full of herself! It's all deception and fraud!"

Tiffany smiled and calmly ate, showing no anger.

"When are we going to expose her?" Zoe asked eagerly.

"After lunch," Tiffany replied.

Zoe, instantly excited, devoured her food with renewed fervor. Tiffany found it amusing. "Take it easy. What's the hurry?"

After lunch, Tiffany and Zoe went to the art studio. A class was in session. Since Tiffany was disqualified and Zoe wasn't selected, they weren't allowed to attend Philip's class.

As expected, a girl near the door sneered and rolled her eyes. "Is this where you belong? Hurry up and leave. Stop being an eyesore!"

The studio was quiet, so the girl's voice drew everyone's attention. Philip turned and saw the two girls at the doorway, their eyes filled with admiration and longing. Philip, usually patient and supportive, considered letting them join.

Sandra's heart skipped a beat when she saw Tiffany. Clenching her teeth, she forced a smile. "Sir, why don't we let them join? They missed the selection, and I'm sure they regret it."

Philip's expression darkened at the mention of their absence. He valued diligent students and had no patience for those who missed classes. "If you don't cherish opportunities, don't expect another chance."