Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 769 Little Girl

Even Emerentius, a recognized calligrapher and painter, approved the calligrapher and painter. Who would dare to criticize him?

Those who spoke ill were people who didn’t understand the appreciation of art.

Without a doubt, the value of the unkempt man would skyrocket in time. The worth of his work would also instantly surge to an astonishing degree.

This was what they called a business opportunity.

The unkempt man’s heart fluttered with excitement. He naturally couldn’t miss such a splendid opportunity and quickly decided to collaborate with the man with slicked–back hair.

Emrys himself probably never anticipated that the casual words he gifted would give birth to a future master of calligraphy and painting, second only to Emrys himself in the world of arts and literature.

This was what people considered fate.

A person of such excellence that they shone, even their most casual actions could bring great opportunities to others, directly altering the course of their lives.

This was also why, when Ameera initially found out that Emrys was Azure King’s will inheritance, she was determined to establish a close relationship with Emrys.

After Emrys and his companion had left, Yelena, puzzled, asked, “Rys, why did you write those characters for that unkempt jerk? Don’t you know that your writing is worth its weight in gold?”

Emrys chuckled and said, “You could tell that the person was fundamentally good, and hist level of calligraphy and painting was indeed not low. I was moved for a moment earlier, so I wrote it down.”

He was the only person who had managed to emulate the artistic conception of his paintings. Although it was merely a hint, it was enough to attest to the unkempt man’s exceptional talent.

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head, and at that moment, she suddenly felt a tug on

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a peculiar sensation began to stir within her heart.

the hand that had tugged at her

made a move, it wouldn’t just be tugging at her clothes.

was preparing to unleash a back kick, a young, somewhat

“Miss, save me!”

Hmm?

brows, revealing

she turned back, she saw that the one tugging at her clothes was a little girl who appeared to be around twelve or thirteen years old. Her eyes were red and swollen,

saw the little girl.

specifically to the left side.

That wasn’t blood.

something akin to a birthmark.

are you

difficulties…”

girl. glance anxiously over her shoulder. Without a chance to say a

off.

girl ran off, a man dressed in black chased after

Yelena, seemingly warning her not

her brows furrowed even