Arriving at Cheongdam House, Martin Park nced around andmented.


    "You live in a modest ce."


    "Is that so?"@@novelbin@@


    Cheongdam House… modest?


    But considering the mansions owned by American millionaires, it made sense that he might think that way.


    Martin Park wasn’t just anyone—he was a top-tier hunter ranked beyond two stars, an elite among elites.


    ‘And since he’s also an artist, the wealth he’s umted must be beyond imagination.’


    That’s why people called him entric.


    With that kind of money, he could have hired people to gather his painting materials.


    But his obsession with craftsmanship made him insist on collecting everything himself.


    Su-ho led him to a guest room.


    It was one of the vacant rooms, spacious enough to rival the master bedroom of most apartments.


    After looking around, Martin Park asked:


    "This will do for my bedroom. Now, where’s the studio?"


    "The studio… If you don’t mind the basement, I can set it up for you there."


    "I don’t like basements. Too stuffy. If there’s a terrace, give me a room with one upstairs."


    "…Understood."


    Su-ho had assumed he’d paint in his bedroom, but the man was particr.


    Still, withoutining, Su-ho gave him a vacant room on the second floor.


    The second floor was just as spacious as the first, with plenty of unused space despite Nam Hae-won using part of it as a studio.


    After exining how the house’s facilities worked, Su-ho ordered all the supplies Martin might need.


    Just as he was about to leave, Martin Park spoke up.


    "Wait a moment."


    He suddenly pulled out a notebook and a pen from his pocket.


    Then, he walked out onto the terrace and sketched the scenery before him.


    Finally, he added a massive full moon to the center—something that wasn’t actually there.


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