Not far away, Matthew handed the bouquet back to Lila, saying something that made her smile.

Kieran's gaze remained indifferent. "Cole, does that man look familiar to you?"

Cole froze for a moment.

What does he mean by that? Wasn't that Matthew?

They weren't exactly close, but he definitely knew who he was, and so did Kieran.

But Kieran never asked pointless questions.

Cole thought for a few seconds but couldn't quite figure out what Kieran was getting at.

In the end, he decided to just answer honestly. "That's Matthew Quincy, an artist under Magi Pictures. Cedric assigned him to Madam, but from what I know, she's pretty busy, so most of her artists are managed by Ethan. Do you have any instruction regarding him, Mr. Morgan?"

He glanced at Kieran, whose expression was cold as ice, making it impossible to read his thoughts.

"Don't you think he looks a lot like Bryce?" Kieran asked.

Hearing that, Cole turned back toward Matthew and studied him carefully.

After a moment, he nodded. "Now that you mention it... yeah, there is a resemblance. Mr. Robinett has the classic Robinett family features, and Matthew's facial structure does look similar to his. But their overall demeanor is completely different."

After all, they had grown up in vastly different environments. Jasmine had always been strict with Bryce, while Matthew had been left to fend for himself.

He carried the resilience of someone who had survived on his own, but the harshness of his surroundings had also shaped him, giving him a contradictory yet distinct personality.

gaze and

wanted to thank Madam. If it weren't for her, he'd still be bartending

strong, loving marriage. No matter how bold that

saying that, Cole stole a glance at Kieran. His

coolly, his eyes dropping to the document

to Matthew and driven back to Vermillion

couldn't help but smile as well. Noticing

out just for

that, Cindy's smile grew

to be young and

table, planning to give it to Kieran when he got

now, the little cat was completely at ease here full of energy, chasing

a bit,

her

warmly. "Sir, you're back. Long

his gaze drifting

went upstairs to shower," Cindy informed him, then picked up the bouquet from the table and held it out. "Oh,

sneve

his gaze falling on the sunflowers in full

Bright, cheerful, and warm.

he didn't feel

wasn't reaching for

laugh, his voice carrying a faint hint

a vase."

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