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    Ritchie typed, “See the young girl next to me? She’s the talented artist I’ve been searching for all my life. Take her as my final apprentice and train her to be a master in the art world.”


    Zyair remained skeptical and typed, “Is this your first day teaching her how to draw? Just from those few eggs she drew, are you sure you can make her a master in the art world? Aren’t you worried about being embarrassed?”


    Ritchie responded, “I’ve led the art world for many years. I can distinguish between a disappointment and a genius. If you’re doubtful, just wait and see.”


    That was the conclusion of the chat in the screenshot.


    After reading everything, Marissa typed to ask Zyair, “Old Peacock, did you know me when I was that young?”


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    Zyair replied, “Absolutely. Do you think it was just a coincidence that I rescued you when you were kidnapped? How could a vige girl like you encounter a martial arts master by chance?”


    Marissa smiled and typed, “So, you specifically came to see me back then?”


    Zyair exined, “Ritchie asked me to find you. He told me your parents had sent you out to work and wanted me to look after you. Since Ritchie took you as hisst apprentice, I’ve been keeping an eye on you daily.


    Ritchie even photographed every painting you made. I saw your skills improve quickly. However, I still doubted you were the prodigy Ritchie proimed. I thought maybe Ritchie helped you with those paintings just to irritate me.


    That’s why I came to verify Ritchie’s ims and see for myself whether you were truly talented or not.”


    Then, Zyair suddenly sent a bunch ofughing emojis. Next, he typed, “Didn’t know I would find myself with a talented apprentice as well. Marissa, you are truly gifted. Hahaha. Ritchie did say it to me.”


    After reading these messages, Marissa couldn’t help but smile with amusement.


    Just then, someone announced, “Mr. Kale Sugden has arrived.”


    Hearing this, Marissa paused her chat with Zyair and looked up. An elderly man, around sixty years old, entered the banquet hall with an attendant. This man bore a resemnce to Remy. He must be Remy’s father.


    Although Kale looked somewhat like Remy, his demeanor was quite different. Having spent much time among ouws, Remy had a sinister look and fierce eyes. Kale, on the other hand, appeared to be a schrly type, exuding a certain refinement.


    Marissa squinted slightly. This old man was an enthusiastic fan of hers? She was eager to find out just how enthusiastic he was.


    Upon seeing his father, Remy quickly approached and said respectfully, “Dad, what brings you here?”


    Kale, with his eyes fixed on the painting on the table, eximed, “I’m here to see the artwork of my master’sst apprentice.”


    His master’sst apprentice?


    Marissa’s eyes widened in shock. Was Kale also an apprentice of Ritchie?


    Marissa didn’t know how many apprentices Ritchie had or their details. She certainly didn’t expect Remy’s father to be one of Ritchie’s apprentices.


    As Marissa processed this, Remy said, “Dad, I’ve already told you I’d buy the ‘Birds Pay Homage’ for you as a birthday present. Why did youe yourself?”


    “I couldn’t wait,” Kale replied.


    With that, he approached the table.


    Just then, Jacob hadpleted the appraisal. As the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, Jacob held a prestigious status in the artmunity. His verdict was regarded as the ultimate authority in calligraphy and painting. All eyes were on him, awaiting his decision.


    Kale, eager, immediately asked, “Mr. Mason, is this ‘Birds Pay Homage’ a genuine work by Only?”


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