Meanwhile, Stephen gulped uneasily.
Looking at the painting in his hand, panic abruptly rose in him.
"You are not joking, are you? This guy… This guy… How can he be that artist who made Rhododendron?" Stephen hastily blurted out.
His words were in complete disarray.
"Hmph! You think I would joke with you?" Edwin merely sneered.
He then looked over at Bright with a somewhat flattering smile.
He asked, "Mr. John, are you free tonight? If you are, I would like to arrange a banquet at Cartmel Grand Hotel. I sincerely apologize for what happened last time."
As Edwin spoke, he rubbed his hands together. There was a fawning look on his face.
Upon hearing Edwin's words, Bright casually waved his hand, saying, "No need, I have other things to do tonight."
After hearing Bright's words, Edwin didn't say anymore. He could only maintain a smile and repeatedly nod.
