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He is Martin Wilson!

Finally, people couldn't guess anymore. They asked Ryan William, who was enjoying hearing their discussion, to tell them directly. After some time, Ryan William asked them to silence and went behind the stage. Afterward, he came back on stage, leading a man beside him. When people saw who came, they all couldn't stop whispering among themselves, their excitement palpable as they exchanged hushed words and curious glances. Some gasped in awe, while others murmured in disbelief, their emotions running high at the sight of the unexpected guest.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed one guest, his voice filled with awe.

"This, that's him, the legend painter!" whispered another, excitement evident in his tone.

"He made so many masterpieces in his life," murmured a third, admiration lacing his words.

"That's right, he is Martin Wilson, the number one artist on the island. His whole family is legendary in arts," chimed in yet another, the reverence for the renowned artist palpable in the air.

Most of the people started to get emotional after seeing him. Meanwhile, Arielle Reynolds was also surprised to see this old man in his late seventies, but his appearance and energy looked like he was still in his fifties. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, held a depth of knowledge and experience acquired over decades of mastering his craft. They sparkled with a youthful enthusiasm that seemed to defy the passage of time. He had silver hair on his head. Lines etched around his eyes and mouth bore witness to a lifetime spent in pursuit of artistic perfection.

His attire, though simple, spoke volumes of his stature in the art world. Clad in a tailored suit of deep navy, the fabric exuded quality and refinement. A silk scarf, adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of his signature brush strokes, added a touch of flair to his ensemble. Around his neck hung a pendant, a symbol of his artistic legacy and the countless lives his creations had touched.

As he stood before the crowd, the aura of reverence that surrounded him was palpable. He was not just a painter; he was a living legend, an icon of the artistic world.

Asher Reynolds, who was sitting beside Arielle Reynolds, stood up and walked to the stage. He said angrily to Ryan William, "Ryan William!! why didn't you tell me you invited the teacher over for today's exhibition?"

Ryan William laughed. "Hehe, Brother Asher, if I told you, how would it remain a surprise?"

Asher Reynolds replied with a mix of frustration and annoyance, "You bastard, I will deal with you later."

Then Asher Reynolds turned towards Martin Wilson and greeted him with heartfelt emotion. "Teacher Martin, how are you? I missed you so much."

Martin Wilson looked at Asher Reynolds, whom he taught arts in his childhood for three years, and said warmly, "My good disciple, I am well, and I am glad you still remember me."

Asher Reynolds responded with sincerity, "Of course, I still remember you; you taught me so well in my childhood days."

Ryan William surveyed the audience, sensing their eagerness to meet Martin Wilson. He gently nudged Asher Reynolds aside, feeling the urgency of the moment. "Okay, okay, you can chat with the teacher later. Right now, everyone is waiting for the main event."

Finally, the exhibition commenced, albeit ten minutes behind schedule. Ryan William unveiled his collection of ten paintings, each boasting a unique theme. Some radiated brightness akin to sunshine, while others exuded darkness reminiscent of a moonlit night. Some captured the essence of ancient kung fu and Chinese culture. Meanwhile, Martin Wilson showcased his four masterpieces, each a testament to his legendary career. One depicted a dragon soaring majestically through the sky, its presence surreal and captivating. Another portrayed a phoenix engulfed in flames, symbolizing resilience and rebirth. The third painting offered a glimpse into European ancient culture, with intricate details and vibrant colors bringing history to life. while the last one portrayed the tender theme of motherhood, evoking emotions of love and nurturing. Alongside them, the works of five other artists added a modern and reality-inspired touch to the exhibition, creating a diverse and immersive experience for the attendees.

As the clock neared ten pm, the event drew to a close, leaving the attendees awestruck and inspired.

The William Family was quite affluent, and as it was already late, they arranged dinner in the backyard of Royalty.

As the guests began to make their way towards the dinner area, a figure approached Kyler Young from behind and greeted him in a sweet voice, "Hello, mister, we meet again."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Kyler Young turned around, his expression curious. "Miss, do you need something?" he inquired, his tone tinged with a hint of intrigue.

"I think I told you my name, but in case you forgot," Arielle Reynolds said as she extended her little hand towards him. "Let me reintroduce myself, My Name is Arielle"

Kyler Young nodded but refrained from shaking her hand. "I remember, Miss. You don't need to reintroduce yourself."

"I'm grateful that you still remember me, but what are you doing here? Weren't you in Eldoria City?" Arielle inquired, her curiosity evident in her tone.

"No, I don't live in Eldoria City," Kyler replied politely.

"But then, in Eldoria City..." Arielle started, her words a bit questioning.

Kyler Young already guessed she wanted to know why he was in Eldoria City, so he immediately cut her off and said, "Work!"

"Oh, I see..." Arielle responded, her tone tinged with understanding.

Kyler Young looked at her face for a while, then waved his hand to signal her to stop talking. "If you please excuse me, I still need to have dinner."

Arielle Reynolds felt a tinge of disappointment at his dismissal, though she tried to mask it with a polite smile. "Oh, okay," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"But can we have dinner together? Remember, I said I will treat you."

When Arielle Reynolds was saying her last sentence, Kyler Young had already moved far away from her. Thus, she could only turn around and leave.

Then, she went to look for Marcus, as her older brother was busy with Teacher Martin, whom he had met after a long time that day.

The evening air was cool, carrying with it the scent of freshly prepared delicacies. As she settled into her seat, Arielle observed the elegant setup, adorned with flickering candles and delicate floral arrangements, creating an ambiance of sophistication and charm.

Beside her sat Marcus, He continued to eat, enthusiastically introducing everything he found delicious to Arielle. With each bite, he painted vivid pictures of flavors and textures, his enthusiasm contagious.

First, he pointed to a platter of roasted fish, its aroma wafting through the air, promising a savory delight. "You've got to try this fish," Marcus insisted, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "It's perfectly seasoned and incredibly tender."

Next, he motioned towards a colorful array of grilled vegetables, each one bursting with vibrant hues and enticing aromas. "And these grilled veggies are simply divine," he exclaimed, his gaze alight with pleasure. "They're so fresh and flavorful, you won't be able to resist."

As they moved on to the next course, Marcus's excitement only grew leading them to a sumptuous seafood paella, rich with saffron-infused rice and brimming with an abundance of shrimp, mussels, and clams. "You've never tasted anything like this paella," he declared, his words filled with conviction. "It's a true taste of the sea, packed with flavor in every bite."

As Arielle tried each delicacy, she couldn't help but be swept away by the delectable delights that Marcus had so eagerly shared with her.

After dinner, Marcus asked Arielle if she wanted dessert, to which she agreed. Thus, he went to get dessert. As he was heading towards the dessert area... but then.

Clash...!!

he bumped into someone!

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