Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 276

Sweat slid down Kade's cheek. Her eyes were filled with fear as she stared at Serena.

Those hidden, unspeakable revenge tactics—Serena had just said them out loud without hesitation.

"A-Aren't you afraid that I'll call the police right now and say you're threatening—"

Serena cut her off coldly. "Go ahead.I've been looking for the mastermind behind that car accident. And now, out of nowhere, someone shows up at the hospital, making a scene, acting all panicked. I wonder if that's enough to get the police to dig deeper."

When she said the last two words, a murderous glint flashed in her gaze.

Kade gulped, terrified that this whole mess would end up exposing something even worse.

Furious but helpless, she glared at Ruth through the small window of the hospital room, then spun on her heels and left.

Before walking away, she pointed a finger at Serena, eyes burning with resentment. "It wasn't me! Dig all you want—I don't care!"

Serena didn't bother responding. She simply arranged for two more bodyguards to guard Ruth's room.

Of course, she already knew who the real mastermind was. It was Wendy.

Sooner or later, she would get what she deserved.

As Serena was lost in thought, her phone suddenly vibrated.

It was Samuel, the porcelain exhibition organizer—someone she hadn't heard from in a while.

"The porcelain exhibition is opening in a few days. I'd like to invite you as a guest artist. Also, having you there would be great publicity. There's been a lot of buzz online about how talented you are."

Serena raised an eyebrow. She didn't expect word to spread this fast.

Still, she wanted more people to see her mother's porcelain works, so she agreed without hesitation. "I'll be there."

Samuel waved his hand dismissively but his smug expression betrayed his fake modesty. "Oh, please. I'm just keeping a low profile."

He was clearly enjoying the praise.

As they wandered through the exhibition, they stopped in front of a display labeled "Amber Hanson".

Nearby, a woman stood with her arms crossed, scoffing coldly. "Amber's works were all sold off ages ago. Where did these so-called 'authentic pieces' come from? What a joke. It's all just fake garbage trying to get attention."

Samuel's smile instantly vanished. His brow furrowed as he stepped forward.

"Miss, please don't speak nonsense. The replica pieces here are for appreciation only. And these were created by renowned artists—they're nearly indistinguishable from the real ones. If you don't appreciate them, feel free to move on."

His voice was calm but firm.

"A replica is a replica! I don't care how close to the real thing it is. Amber Hanson is dead. No one can inherit her skills. This whole exhibition is just a pile of counterfeits! Who are you trying to fool?"