Chapter 315
Mono shot him an exasperated look and snapped, “I said not”
The man’s hair was long enough to just cover his neck, with stim black framed glasses perched steadily on his nose.
Dressed in vintage–style clothing, he exuded a unique aura–timeworn yet pristine.
Already accustomed to rejection, he remained composed and resolute as he stated, “I won’t give up.”
Mono heaved a weary sigh, his face etched with exhaustion. “Lincoln Saxon, after all these years, can’t you just let it go already?”
Looking back, even before Mono retired, Lincoln was already doggedly pursuing him, pleading to be taken as his disciple. Who would have thought that, even after more than twenty years, to everyone’s surprise, he was still at it?
No matter where Mono was, Lincoln Saxon would follow like gum stuck to his shoe–impossible to shake off.
Mono felt utterly drained. ‘With this level of persistence,‘ he thought, ‘Lincoln Saxon could master any painting style. Why must he obsess over becoming my apprentice?‘
Standing to the side as a witness, Gael could only shake his head helplessly.
He really admired Lincoln’s perseverance.
Over two decades ago, when Lincoln was just a boy, he camped out at Mono’s doorstep day after day, pleading to be taken as his disciple.
Such determination and persistence were far beyond what most people could muster.
Hearing Mono’s words, Lincoln lowered his head slightly and pushed up his glasses, his voice tinged with a subtle grievance. “Mono, you once promised that if you ever took on a disciple, you’d consider me first. Yet in the end, you chose someone else.”
“My disciple is exceptionally gifted–you’re not even in the same league.” Mono’s words were brutally honest and razor–sharp, like a dagger plunging straight into Lincoln’s heart and lungs, leaving him reeling from the pain,
Without thinking, Lincoln blurted out, “Who’s your apprentice, Mono? Can I meet them?”
“Absolutely not. You’d drive her crazy,” Mono refused without hesitation.
Even he found it annoying–and that girl cherished her peace and quiet; she’d be even less tolerant.
“Mono,” came a cool, composed female voice from behind.
The three men turned at the sound and saw Aria and Owen walking side by side.
Mono first glanced at Aria, his young apprentice, then let his contemplative gaze linger on Owen’s face.
“Mono, nice to meet you. I’m Owen Shaw,” Owen said respectfully with a slight nod.
“Alright.” Mono simply nodded, his gaze lingering on Owen a moment longer, a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
Under that gaze, Owen unconsciously straightened his back, feeling a subtle wave of nervousness.
He didn’t know why he was so nervous, and for some reason, it felt just like meeting his girlfriend’s parents for the first time.
Lincoln turned to Aria and blurted out, “You’re Mono’s apprentice?”
Hearing this, Mono and Gael exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes gleaming with anticipation of the show to come.
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Arla said coolly, “Yes. Got a problem?”
“No,” Lincoln replied, though he was genuinely taken aback by how young Mono’s apprentice was, momentarily at a loss for words
Lincoln stared at Aria, a sense of familiarity nagging at him. “Mind if I ask your artist name?” he asked, curiosity in his voice
“Mono says you’re exceptionally gifted. I’d really
love to learn from you,” he added.
He thought to himself, ‘A painter with such talent should’ve made a name in the art world–maybe I even know her?
Aria shook her head. “I don’t have an artist nam
Lincoln, taken aback, asked, “Wait, you use your legal name too, just like Mono?”
Mono stepped in to explain on her behalf, “Madelyn’s paintings aren’t available on the market.”
Lincoln instinctively blurted out, “How could that be?”
Mono countered impassively, “Why not?”
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