"Please forgive me for hanging up your painting without your permission."
Beckman looked apologetic.
"I simply couldn't bear to see a good work go unnoticed. It deserves to be seen by more people."
"Oh! Really?"
Noah looked excited, his cheeks flushing as he grew a little shy.
"May I ask which of my works it is?"
"I'd like you to find it yourself in the Gallery. Perhaps it will be a pleasant surprise."
Beckman spoke with a mysterious expression.
Noah smiled happily, revealing a pointed canine tooth.
As the group passed Beckman, his gaze briefly swept over Chen Lun and Froy, but did not linger on either of them.
Chen Lun glanced back. Beckman had already begun receiving the next guest, with the Countess and Councilor Lawson standing beside him, doing their utmost to show their enthusiasm.
A swirl of chaotic mist flashed through Chen Lun's eyes.
"Sir Oil-Paint..."
Turning back, he murmured the name to himself and walked inside as though nothing had happened.
After Chen Lun entered the Gallery, Beckman suddenly turned and stared at his gradually disappearing figure.
"What is it, Beckman?"
The Countess noticed her lover's movement and asked curiously.
"This exhibition seems to have attracted quite a few interesting guests."
Beckman's words carried a hidden meaning.
But the Countess did not seem to catch his meaning, thinking Beckman was merely marveling at the impressive guest list.
Chen Lun entered the Gallery.
The interior décor leaned toward red. The walls were coated in dark red paint, and the carpets, decorations, chandeliers, and sofas were all uniformly red.
There was a hint of the uncanny amid its noble elegance.
"Dad, look at this painting! It's so beautiful!"
Hearing a familiar voice, Chen Lun turned to see an excited Rebecca tugging at Viscount Pompey, bouncing with delight before