Even though each one was a draft, Harvey’s sketches were as refined as finished works from some comic studios. The style of these drawings was exquisite and captivating, even without colors.

Relying on the market sense he had honed over the years, Toph was convinced that this work was bound to be a hit.

“Is this your comic?” he couldn’t help but ask. “It’s really good! Not only are the visuals beautiful, but the storyline is also great!

“Harvey, why did you never mention that you create comics yourself?”

“You…” Harvey turned his head slightly, his expression complex. “Why are you looking at this?”

“I stumbled upon it, just under this easel… Why? Is it not meant to be seen?”

Harvey waved his hand dismissively and turned his face away. After a while, he muttered, “You… You like it?”

“It’s great! If this sells, it’ll surely be a hit!”

“But the main characters are two guys…” Harvey’s voice trailed off. “People might dislike that, right?”

his hand on Harvey’s shoulder. “Bro, who says the main characters have to be

surprised, staring blankly

of respect,” Toph said seriously. “As long as one faces it, admits it, and adheres

“You…”

lowered his voice. “When my dad was

“What about him?”

King Alexander. After all, it was

nothing!” He scratched his head. “Anyway, I don’t think it’s wrong! The

the icy touch in his eyes seemingly melting quietly. He smiled and walked to the window. The sunlight felt warm on his face, and it felt nice

he muttered, “Thank you.”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated


“What?”

Harvey didn’t repeat it.

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