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Chapter 165
Chapter 165
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.”
That was the highest praise from the governor of Jazona.
Emrys was fully capable of handling it.
However, Emrys‘ expression remained exceptionally composed. It seemed that no amount of praise
could stir even the slightest fluctuation in emotions in him. He simply responded with a smile.
Roger, on the other hand, was deeply shaken, unable to regain his composure for a long time. Just
how many identities does Mr. Lund have? He’s a highly skilled doctor, a martial artist, and even Mr.
Emerentius…
Roger had become numb. Even if someone were to tell him now that Emrys was the Empyrean Lord,
he would believe without hesitation because it was simply too incredible!
“Dad, Mr. York, what are you guys up to? You seem so excited… Hmm?”
Upon hearing the 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 peculiar.
What she saw was not Emerentius but the content of the painting.
Upon observing the sketch, she could see the perfect outline of a young girl’s figure, drawn with lines
as fluid as flowing water. The curves were enticing, evoking endless imagination.
That was Emrys‘ playful creation.
“Ah!” Jacqueline immediately let out a disdainful snort, picked up a piece of fruit from the coffee table,
and retreated to her room./
She couldn’t help but think how her father and Chandler were utterly 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 they ashamed of themselves? I just hope
they don’t lead Dr. Lund astray.
“Roge, why do I feel like Jacqueline is looking at us strangely?” Chandler asked.
“Did she? Maybe…”
Suddenly, both of them fixed their gaze back on the painting, instantly understanding why Jacqueline
had revealed such an expression.
“Jacqueline, don’t misunderstand. Mr. York and I are just admiring art. It’s really just art!”
Bang!
The response Roger received was the merciless sound of a door closing.
Roger was rendered speechless. What a huge misunderstanding.
However, the awkwardness between the two didn’t last long. Soon, Chandler received a phone call,
and his expression changed instantly.
Roger asked, “What happened?”
Chandler anxiously said, “It’s my father. He’s fond of acupuncture for health preservation, but this time,
for some reason, the acupuncture needle is embedded in his muscle and unable to be removed.”
As he spoke, he suddenly turned his gaze toward Emrys. There’s a highly skilled doctor right in front of
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Naturally, Emrys understood his intentions and said, “I’ll accompany you.”
“Many thanks, Dr. Lund!”
Compared to the title of Emerentius, Chandler was more accustomed to addressing Emrys as Dr. Lund,
having been influenced by Roger.
The situation was critical, and the two dared not delay. They immediately rushed back to the York
residence.
The York family members were in a state of utter desperation.
The acupuncturist was at his wits‘ end, his heart pounding with anxiety. After all, the patient was Alfred
York, the governor’s father, and yet he had been so careless as to leave a needle in the old man’s b*dy.
The acupuncturist figured he had truly committed a major blunder that time!