LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Master? Lordran’s well-known artist, Woods Randall, was calling Jun Chester “Master”? What was going on? Sandra Simpson was shocked beyond belief.

Sandra Simpson had known Jun Chester since high school and knew him very well. Back then, in her eyes, Jun Chester was a straight-E student with a bad academic record. She had never seen a worse student. He was not a good student, and every exam he took was a blank paper. Every time! But even so, the chairman at the time did not expel Jun Chester. It was a miracle!

Now, Woods Randall called him Master? Sandra Simpson found it even more unbelievable. Today, when Sandra Simpson came to Randall Design, not only did she not see Mr. Woods, but even his apprentice refused her. Now, hearing Jun Chester’s voice, Mr. Woods completely abandoned his composure and ran down from the second floor. Sandra Simpson thought this scene was utterly insane.

Indeed, Woods Randall calling Jun Chester “Master” was not without reason. Jun Chester’s mentor in martial arts, James Matthews, was not only good at using his fists but was also an artist. Back then, James Matthews had casually given Woods Randall some guidance. From that point on, Woods Randall’s art career took a leap forward, leading to his achievements today.

However, in Woods Randall’s heart, these were just empty titles. Only James Matthews and Jun Chester were true masters. The former could replicate countless masterpieces when he was young. The latter could write on stone tablets with his bare hands at the age of sixteen! Moreover, he could even reach or surpass the realm of James Matthews!

And so, when Woods Randall met Jun Chester, he was truly as excited as if he had met his own father. Approaching his seventies, Woods Randall disregarded everything and went straight to Jun Chester. He stretched out his hand to pinch Jun Chester’s shoulder, raised his hand to tug at Jun Chester’s cheek, and spoke with a disoriented spirit. “It’s not fake, it’s real!” Jun Chester couldn’t help but laugh. “Is there a need to be this excited?” Woods Randall shouted. “Excited? It’s more than just excitement! I’m almost moved to tears! Master, you, you’re still alive!” “I’m so damn excited!”

Beside them, Sandra Simpson was dumbfounded. Although she rarely met Woods Randall, every time she did, the old man was always elegant and composed. But now, he seemed like an old madman. And his lips – oh my! They were covered in ink! She had long heard that Woods Randall was a painting fanatic, with only his artwork in his life. Sometimes, when he was focused, he would even stick his brush in his mouth. Today, she finally knew that the rumors were true.

Seeing Woods Randall so excited, Harold Pritchard couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions as well. For seven years, every time Woods Randall made progress, he would compare himself to Jun Chester, often saying, “If Mr. Chester saw this, he would probably praise me a few times!” Jun Chester patted Woods Randall’s shoulder. “Alright, alright, you’re so old, yet you still call me like that.” “Sit down, let’s talk.” Woods Randall nodded nonstop, still gripping Jun Chester’s arm, unwilling to relax. “Master, you don’t know how I’ve spent these seven years. When our teacher left Dirtmouth, you also left Dirtmouth. I heard that you even offended some big shots, I was so worried!”

Jun Chester was moved. Although Woods Randall was old, he was more sincere than anyone else. Finally, Jun Chester and Woods Randall sat down. Harold Pritchard served them tea. Sandra Simpson, however, was left alone, standing awkwardly. It wasn’t until then that Woods Randall noticed Sandra and immediately instructed Harold Pritchard. “Harold, is this your guest? See this lady out first. Today, I must get drunk with the master!” Sandra Simpson was dumbfounded. Is this how she was being dismissed? She came with money, how could they do this?

Harold Pritchard was about to escort her out, but Jun Chester waved with a smile and spoke up. “Sandra Simpson, my friend.” Harold Pritchard was taken aback. Woods Randall was also stunned, but the next moment, he directly called out to Sandra Simpson. “Ah, I see. Sit, let’s talk.” Sandra Simpson stood there, dumbfounded. What’s going on? However, since Mr. Woods said so, she could not refuse him. Moreover, as a CEO, Sandra Simpson was bound to be very shrewd. Seeing Jun Chester and Mr. Woods being so close, although she didn’t understand why, if she wanted to buy some paintings later… wouldn’t it be incredibly smooth?

With that in mind, Sandra Simpson quickly sat down beside Jun Chester. Harold Pritchard, feeling a bit embarrassed, hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Sandra Simpson. Sandra Simpson, feeling extremely flattered, quickly spoke. “Mr. Pritchard, thank you, but I can do it myself.” Harold Pritchard forced a smile. “Miss Simpson, I hope you don’t take my earlier words to heart. I must have been too blind to recognize you!” When she heard what Harold Pritchard said, Sandra Simpson was so nervous that she didn’t know what to say.

Jun Chester asked with a faint smile, “Sandra, when I just came in, I accidentally overheard something. Are you asking Harold for a painting?” Sandra Simpson awkwardly explained. “I started a company and wanted some paintings to hang on the walls to give the company a modern feel!” Jun Chester smiled. “It’s been many years, and you’ve done quite well for yourself, even starting a company.” Sandra Simpson’s gorgeous cheeks twitched. Being praised by a former Straight-E student… the feeling was truly indescribable.

Woods Randall, having rinsed his mouth with tea and cleaned the ink from his lips, laughed as he watched Sandra Simpson. “If you just want a few paintings, you don’t even have to come in person. Just call us. How about this? Later, my master and I will each paint one for you!” “Ah, these years, I’ve been waiting for a long time, and I finally have this opportunity to see if I’ve made any progress!” Sandra Simpson’s emotions were incredibly complicated – both delighted and embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, with Jun Chester around, Mr. Woods easily broke his own rule of not selling his paintings to commercial companies. However, Mr. Woods’ works could not be bought with money. As for Jun Chester’s works… Did they have any significance? For a businessman, it was always good to have a few pieces of artwork from artists. But what counted as a work from an unknown person? Furthermore, this guy used to be a huge Straight-E, whether he could even write was another matter! Could he really write? Just then, Mr. Woods looked at Jun Chester. “Shall we start now?” Jun Chester gave a faint smile. “Let’s do it another day. I need your help with something today.” Upon hearing this, Sandra Simpson sneered inwardly. Another day… She thought he was just afraid! Straight-E! Woods Randall was slightly taken aback. “Just say it, and I will definitely help you.” Jun Chester took out his phone, opened the photo album, and showed Woods Randall the words left by Supreme Lord at Chester Fortress. “Make a rubbing of these words, and preserve their charm to the greatest extent!” Woods Randall took the phone and looked at it, his eyes widened in surprise. “Lordran National College!” “This…” “Is this the handwriting of that old man?” Jun Chester nodded. “It seems you’re quite familiar with his handwriting. I heard that you wrote the governing proclamation hanging on his wall. You must have known him for a long time, right?” Sandra Simpson, who was standing nearby, almost dropped her teacup upon hearing this. She was completely dumbfounded. She had heard that Woods Randall had only given one of his works to a politician, and that was a governing proclamation. Supreme Lord?!Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.