From His Ex-Wife to the World's Most Sought-After Restorer (Jade and Hudson) novel Chapter 282

Jade picked up the invitation. The heavy cardstock featured the name "Klein Private Museum" surrounded by intricate dark-gold butterflies.

It felt mysterious, high-end, and incredibly prestigious.

Jade's fingers traced the lettering. "Did they say why they chose me?"

Sarah smiled. "A few reasons. First, they love your work. Second, Professor Mitchell has been championing you. Apparently, their curators saw the video of your last project and were blown away. They needed a mentor, and you were their first call."

"So it was my Master." Jade smiled, setting the card down.

"I'll give it some serious thought."

"The whole process is being filmed as a documentary," Sarah added. "If you go, Ms. Merchant, your international profile is going to explode."

Jade's goal had always been to follow in Edward Mitchell's footsteps and become a world-renowned restorer.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime.

Now that she was free from Hudson Walter, the weights were off her ankles. It was time to build her own empire. She needed to establish herself so firmly that she'd never have to rely on anyone else again.

Jade picked the card up and ran her thumb over the edge. "Call them back. Tell them I accept."

"Great!" Sarah knew how hard Jade worked. She was genuinely happy for her.

"I can already see it. Our Ms. Merchant is going to be the biggest name in the industry!"

Jade laughed. "From your lips to God's ears."

Sarah tilted her head, studying Jade's face. "You look different today, Ms. Merchant."

Jade touched her cheek.

"Different how?"

"Hmm..." Sarah thought for a second.

"It's like... the shadows are gone. You look bright. You look like you're actually enjoying the sun."

Jade thought of the divorce decree locked in her safe. A genuine, happy smile touched her lips.

"Maybe it's just a good day for a change."

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The Mingler Club.

Jade followed the address Julian had sent and pulled into the lot.

The memory of seeing Hudson and Amara here for the birthday party hit her for a second, a cold reminder of how far things had come.

She knit her brows, a wave of discomfort washing over her.

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