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Mysterious Chief Guest

Two days later, in front of a building that looked no less than a royal palace, stood the property owned by the William Family, the richest family on Spring Island. Designed to resemble a royal palace, it was aptly named "Royalty." The eldest young master of the William Family, Ryan William, organized his painting exhibition in this grand venue.

The atmosphere outside the grand building, "Royalty," was one of anticipation and elegance. As the evening descended, the golden glow of the setting sun cast a warm hue over the surroundings, enhancing the opulence of the venue. The driveway leading up to the entrance was lined with majestic trees, their leaves rustling gently in the evening breeze.

At seven pm, Luxury cars pulled up one by one, their sleek designs and polished exteriors adding to the air of sophistication. Guests emerged from their vehicles, dressed in their finest attire, their footsteps echoing softly on the cobblestone pathway. The sound of laughter and their conversations filled the air as people greeted each other warmly, exchanging pleasantries and admiring one another's outfits.

Fairy lights adorned the exterior of the building, twinkling like stars in the night sky. Their soft, warm glow illuminated the facade of "Royalty," highlighting its grandeur and architectural beauty. In the distance, the silhouette of the surrounding landscape added to the sense of enchantment, while overhead, the clear sky provided a perfect backdrop for the celestial display of stars. As the evening progressed, the anticipation grew, mingling with the excitement of what awaited inside. Guests lingered outside, savoring the magical atmosphere and eagerly anticipating the start of the painting exhibition.

The painting exhibition was scheduled to start at eight pm, so in the meantime, guests mingled and conversed with each other.

Inside "Royalty," Ryan William was dressed in a sleek black suit tailored to perfection, with a crisp white dress shirt underneath. His tie, a deep shade of burgundy, added a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. Completing the look were polished black dress shoes that gleamed under the soft glow of the venue's lights. He stood near the door to warmly greet everyone and welcome them.

Among the guests to arrive was Asher Reynolds, his presence commanding attention as he confidently strode into the venue. Dressed impeccably in a tailored charcoal gray suit, he exuded an air of refined elegance. His attire was complemented by a sleek tie and polished leather shoes, a testament to his impeccable sense of style. As he arrived, he began conversing with Ryan William about various topics.

As the evening progressed, the flow of guests continued, each arrival adding to the vibrant energy of the gathering. Arielle Reynolds, accompanied by Marcus, made her entrance with grace and poise. Her attire was a reflection of her sophisticated taste, adorned in an elegant cocktail dress in a deep shade of emerald green. The intricate lace detailing and flowing silhouette accentuated her statuesque figure, commanding attention as she moved through the crowd.

Approaching Ryan William, Arielle extended her congratulations with genuine warmth, her eyes hazel alight with admiration for the exquisite artwork showcased in the exhibition. Engaging in conversation, she shared her appreciation for his talent and dedication, her words infused with sincerity and admiration.

Amidst the flurry of arrivals, Kyler Young made his entrance, accompanied by his assistant Nikolas. Dressed in a tailored black suit paired with a crisp white shirt, Kyler exuded an aura of authority and confidence. His demeanor was composed yet commanding. Beside him, Stephen Young trailed along, clad in a casual yet stylish ensemble. Stephen's attire reflected his laid-back demeanor, a stark contrast to the formality of the occasion. Of course, his purpose for coming here was food rather than the painting exhibition.

When Arielle Reynolds saw Kyler Young entering, she was startled. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she felt a rush of conflicting emotions. She couldn't deny the undeniable allure he exuded, even amidst the opulent surroundings of the exhibition. Yet, alongside her surprise, there lingered a flicker of apprehension. What was he doing here? Wasn't he a resident of Eldoria City, or maybe not actually?" Her mind raced with questions, her curiosity piqued, but she maintained her composure, masking her inner turmoil behind a polite smile. "Oh, beauty," she murmured under her breath, her gaze lingering on him a moment longer than it should have. His impeccable attire and striking features only added to his mystique, leaving her intrigued and captivated despite herself.

When Ryan William saw Kyler Young arrive, he immediately went to welcome him. "Welcome, Brother Young," he exclaimed. "I thought you wouldn't come like always. Anyway, I'm happy to see you." Turning to Stephen Young, who was looking around in search of food, he chuckled lightly. "Eh, Brother Stephen, you came too. Welcome, welcome." He then led them to their seats.

After everyone settled into their seats, the exhibition finally started. Ryan William took to the stage and began introducing himself. After the introduction, he addressed the guests, saying, "Dear guests, today's exhibition is not limited to my paintings alone. I have also invited several other artists to join us, as well as our main chief guest, who I'm sure you'll all be very excited to see."

When Ryan mentioned the surprise inclusion of other artists, murmurs of curiosity arose among the guests. The element of mystery added an extra layer of intrigue to the event.

One of the guests expressed curiosity, his voice filled with wonder as he asked, "Brother Ryan, there are other artists as well, but it wasn't mentioned on the invitation?"

Ryan William's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he replied, "That's right. This was a secret surprise for all of you tonight."

The room buzzed with excitement and speculation as another guest chimed in, eager to uncover the truth. "Brother Ryan, who is the chief guest tonight?"

Ryan William's tone took on a mysterious edge, adding to the suspense as he responded, "That's up to you guys. Guess who it could be?"

As Ryan teased about the identity of the chief guest, the room buzzed with speculation. The guests exchanged glances, their faces reflecting a mixture of anticipation and curiosity as they eagerly speculated on the identity of the mysterious guest, their imaginations running wild with possibilities.

"Could it be Elder Paul?" one ventured, his voice tinged with a sense of admiration for the renowned artist. His eyes sparkled with reverence as he considered the possibility of being in the presence of such artistic greatness.

"Or perhaps it's Elder Scott," another chimed in, his tone reflecting a hint of competitiveness. His gaze swept across the room, assessing the reactions of his fellow guests as he put forth his theory.

"Or maybe it's Elder Charlie," a third guest speculated, his voice filled with uncertainty. He furrowed his brow slightly, trying to piece together the clues and unravel the enigma of the evening's special guest.

But amidst the speculation, a sense of mystery lingered. "No, no," one declared, a note of skepticism creeping into his voice, "if it were one of these, they wouldn't have kept it a secret until now." His words hung in the air, punctuating the atmosphere with a sense of intrigue and anticipation.

As the speculation rippled through the room, Nikolas, Kyler's assistant sat next to Kyler and Stephen, His mind also flickered with possibilities, each more intriguing than the last. "Could it be Elder George?" he pondered quietly to himself, his expression betraying only the faintest hint of curiosity. "His reputation precedes him, but would they keep his presence a secret until now?"

As everyone was focused on guessing the identity of the chief guest, Kyler's main focus was on Arielle. She looked stunning in her emerald green dress, and Kyler couldn't take his eyes off her. His thoughts were interrupted when he overheard a conversation behind him.

"Look at that girl dressed in the emerald green dress," one man said.

"Yeah, man," the person next to him replied. "I wish I could spend one night with her."

They continued to speak lewdly about her, each comment making Kyler's blood boil with rage and anger. He turned around, his eyes burning with a murderous expression. "If you two don't want to die, follow me outside, NOW!" he said in a low, deadly voice.

The two men exchanged nervous glances. They wanted to deny his command, but something in Kyler's eyes told them that defiance was not an option. Reluctantly, they followed him outside.

Once they were outside, Kyler didn't waste any time. Without another word, he launched himself at the first man, his fists flying with precision and power. The man barely had time to react before he was on the ground, Kyler's blows raining down on him with unrelenting fury.

The second man tried to intervene, but Kyler's rage was unstoppable. He turned his attention to the second man, delivering a series of punches that left him dazed and struggling to stay on his feet. Within moments, both men were on the ground, unconscious and bloodied.

Breathing heavily, Kyler stood over them, his fists clenched and his chest heaving. He looked down at their motionless bodies, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction. He had sent a clear message: no one disrespected Arielle without facing the consequences.

With one last glance at the two men, Kyler turned and walked back inside, his mind already returning to Arielle. He would protect her at any cost, and he would make sure everyone knew it.

As the guests continued to speculate, Ryan William watched with amusement, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. He reveled in the excitement that filled the room, enjoying the thrill of keeping his guests guessing until the big reveal.

Meanwhile, Arielle Reynolds observed the scene with keen interest, her thoughts swirling with curiosity. She couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the mysterious chief guest and the reason for keeping their presence a secret.

Shortly afterward, Arielle Reynolds turned to her brother Asher, who was sitting next to her. "Do you know who the chief guest is?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Asher shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "I don't know anything about it," he replied, his tone tinged with genuine confusion.

Arielle nodded in agreement, her gaze drifting back to the stage where Ryan William stood, still engaged in conversation with the guests. The air was thick with anticipation, each passing moment adding to the suspense.

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