As Lilly soared through the air, carrying Lawrence with her, his heart swelled with exhilaration. It felt like riding a roller coaster in his younger days—a thrilling and exciting sensation.

When the wheelchair finally came to a stop, Lawrence’s heart continued to pound, but he felt considerably better overall.

“Thank you, young lady!” Lawrence happily patted Lilly’s hand.

Just then, David caught up, panting with his hands on his knees. “How did you both run so fast…”

Lilly pointed to the remote control in her hand. “Just press this button, and it’s good to go.”

David hesitated. “Uh…”

It turned out the wheelchair had malfunctioned and needed to be replaced. David immediately contacted someone to bring a new wheelchair.

Frowning and pouting, Lawrence said, “No need to change it; I think it’s just fine.”

David disagreed, still shaken by the previous experience. What if something happened with a wheelchair that fasts in the future?

Lilly opened her mouth as if to say something but ended up lightly touching her nose instead.

Gilbert noticed her guilty expression and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Before long, a new wheelchair arrived, accompanied by a woman in her mid-twenties.

“Mr. Lambert!” she exclaimed upon seeing Lawrence and hurriedly approached him.

It was Lawrence’s talented protégé, Violet—a renowned Impressionist painter who had already gained international acclaim at such a young age.

Lawrence hadn’t seen her in a while and was pleased to see her. “Violet, come here. This is your junior, Lilly.”

young Miss from the Crawford family as his closed-door disciple, causing

to leave to seek treatment, and he didn’t bring Lilly with

had once secretly approached Anthony, claiming to take Lilly under her wing

had

been resentful about it

you’re Lilly. I haven’t had a

somewhat uncomfortable, but Violet’s words didn’t seem to have any obvious flaws. Surely, no one would think

my first disciple, a talented one

For some reason, Lilly inexplicably

polite, the little girl awkwardly

moment; being called “Auntie” didn’t sound

called her

simply asked, “Mr. Lambert, you

right? I’ll be relying on you for Mr. Lambert from now

between being gentle and a little mischievous, looking

not a trouble

“Mr. Lambert, let’s go inside for now. My older brother will probably be a little

Lawrence nodded.

noticeable gleam of excitement appeared in

Anthony was coming too!

She had guessed right!

to replace

It was all destiny!

but also a talented woman admired by everyone in the industry. She was beautiful herself, and her family background was

had joked that no one was worthy of her, except for Mr. Anthony of Crawford

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