Chapter 767 - 767 - The Perfect Painting

Chapter 767 -767: The Perfect Painting

Yigol Mamet hung his head low, suppressing the anger in his heart, “Xaviera Evans, it’s all my fault…”

He felt that he had led Xaviera into this situation. Otherwise, those people would not have assumed it was Xaviera’s fault.

Xaviera patted his shoulder, comforting him, “It’s not your fault. Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Of course, to seek revenge! Some people just enjoy bringing trouble upon themselves. If that’s the case, then I’ll oblige them!” Xaviera’s face broke into a sly smile, “I’ve always lived by the principle of not provoking others unless provoked. But since someone insists on crossing me, then I’ll show them the price of opposing me!”

Originally, Xaviera didn’t intend to argue with these two, but Tracy Swift and Lester Bank kept bothering her. Now, they have no right to say she is being rude!

Meanwhile, Lester Bank hurriedly approached Alan Willock with a somewhat relaxed face, “Master, I’m late.”

Alan Willock had scheduled a meeting with them at the entrance of the exhibition, but they were five minutes late. So, Tracy Swift muttered, “If it were not for arguing with Xaviera Evans, we wouldn’t be late.”

The mention of Xaviera made Lester Bank angrier, “That woman has no shame. She’s lazy but always thinks about taking shortcuts! I offered to take her as my disciple as a sign of respect, but she dared to decline!”

Tracy Swift spoke soothingly, “Master, don’t be angry. Your health is more important. Xaviera is stubborn and unyielding, refusing to submit to others. When she faces trouble in the future, she will understand how good a teacher you are.”

Alan Willock glanced coldly at the two of them. In reality, he had no fondness for his disciple Lester Bank. Initially attracted by his talent, which he thought could lead to potential success, he was disappointed with Lester’s sneaky tricks.

Now that he was old, he didn’t wish to deal with drama and left Lester to do as he wished.

Alan Willock took a walk around but didn’t see Cold Night and Hayin. He thought of bidding the person in charge goodbye. The next moment, his eyes widened, and he focused on the painting in the person’s hand.

Alan Willock promptly strode forward with his cane, “Wait!”

His loud call startled the person in charge, almost dropping the painting, “Mr. Willock, what is…”

Alan Willock was immensely excited, his beard trembling. Could he, in his lifetime, see such a sublime painting? He had sought after this level of artistry his whole life but was unable to reach this height.

This painting bore a resemblance to Hayin’s style, but it had more depth and a unique flavor than her previous works.

Alan Willock purposely looked at the reveres side of the painting, seeing there were no signatures. The highly skilled artist perhaps wished to remain anonymous due to a special identity.

He had heard that Hayin’s grandfather was also a proficient oil painter. She learned how to paint from him, resulting in their styles being somewhat similar. Could this painting be her grandfather’s work?

Alan Willock’s body slightly trembled with anticipation, “Who is the artist who created this painting? Is … is she present here?”

The person in charge nodded, “Yes! She has also submitted two other works for the exhibition.”

Hope filled Alan Willock’s elderly eyes. He had not expected to meet such a master. And now this painter was present here, he had to seize this opportunity.

The person in charge hesitantly asked, “Mr. Willock, do you … do you want to take this artist as your disciple?”

At these words, Lester Bank and Tracy Swift were dumbfounded. They couldn’t believe what kind of painting could excite Mr. Willock so much that he decided to take the artist as his disciple after one look.

Alan Willock had painted his entire life and earned international fame. Being acknowledged by him would brighten anyone’s future, and having such a distinguished painter as a teacher would garner respect everywhere.

Tracy Swift looked jealously at the painting. How did someone who didn’t even leave their name qualify to be Mr. Willock’s disciple?

The crowd gathered around, studying the painting. Lester Bank also took a closer look and instantly felt a chill down his spine. The painting was indeed exceptional, so it was no wonder his master decided to take its artist as his disciple.

Alan Willock quickly beckoned his friends to admire the painting together. Everyone was amazed: “Who painted this! It’s too perfect! Such charm, such skill, definitely a master!”

The admirer, whose last name was Turnbaugh, was also a famous painter. Both he and Alan Willock, the old friends, held hands tightly, shaking with excitement. “Turnbaugh! I’ve finally found this person!”