Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 165 I Am Emerentius

Emrys shyly scratched his head and said, “I am Emerentius.”

Roger and Chandler were rendered speechless. Emrys is Mr. Emerentins?

For Chandler and Roger, that news was utterly shocking, leaving them astounded to their cores, How could this possibly be? Moreover, Emerentius was already renowned six or seven years ago. How old was Emrys back then? Wasn’t he just in his teens? Could there truly be such a genius in this world?

Crack!

Before long, it seemed as if Chandler could hear the sound of his own jaw dropping

That was because he discovered that the ink on the sheet of paper was still wet, indicating that this painting was indeed the one Emrys had just drawn.

He had no choice but to believe it. So, there truly are geniuses in this world!

Chandler rose excitedly, gripping Emrys‘ hands as he exclaimed, “Dr. Lund, Mr. Emerentius… Hahaha! I could never have dreamed that Mr. Emerentius would be so young. You’ll certainly be the leading person among all talents in Jazona in the future.”

highest praise from

was fully capable of

of praise could stir even the slightest fluctuation in emotions in him. He simply responded with a

to regain his composure for a long time. Just how many identities does Mr. Lund have? He’s a highly skilled

if someone were to tell him now that Emrys was the Empyrean Lord, he would believe without hesitation because it

are you guys up

startled exclamations of the two, Jacqueline emerged in confusion. However, when she laid her eyes on the painting on the tea table, she suddenly froze. Her expression turned exceedingly

she saw was not Emerentius but

she could see the perfect outline of a young girl’s figure, drawn with lines as fluid as

Emrys‘

a disdainful snort, picked up a piece of fruit from the coffee table, and retreated to

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disregarding their image. One was the head of the Balford family while the other was the governor of Jazona, and yet, they were gathered together, shamelessly engrossed in such paintings. Aren’t

Jacqueline is looking at us strangely?”

“Did she? Maybe…”

back on the painting, instantly understanding why Jacqueline had revealed such