âMs. Lawson, how will you explain these allegations made by your sister?â
âMs. Lawson, please explain your sisterâs allegations against you.â
Anastasia stood there numbly as if she had been pushed into hell.
The public questioning made her feel suffocated.
No matter how good her mentality was, she could not hold on any longer.
âAnastasia, donât stand here anymore. Leave this place to us.â Christopher told Anastasia to leave and take a rest at the back first.
Then, the students from the Department of Art who were brought along as support started arguing with the reporters.
However, their strength was limited.
âWe are all Anastasiaâs juniors. Anastasia is our mentor. We believe in her.â
âWe are all Anastasiaâs students.â
Anastasia stood there, her vision blurry and her stance wobbly.
âAnastasiaâ¦â Kimberly whispered.
âItâs okay.â Anastasia shook her head.
At the entrance, a middle-aged man asked in a deep voice, âIsnât this an art exhibition? Why are there so many showbiz reporters?â
Stunned by the voice, all the reporters turned around to look at the man.
After a long while, only did they come to a realization. âIsnât he Samuel Zabinski from Lord Maberly Group in Atharia?â
âGood heavens! Is that Samuel Zabinski, the brother-in-law of Gunn Groupâs CEO?â
âHeâs the richest Clusian man inâ¦â
So many people in Hork wanted to curry favor with Samuel. However, they never had the chance to see him.
A tall and slender man was following Samuel. He looked mature and was about the same age as Samuel. He and Samuel looked like a perfect pair when they stood together.
âMr. Samuel Zabinski! Are you Mr. Samuel Zabinski from Lord Maberly Group?â
Samuel frowned.
âExcuse me. Is this man beside you, your lover?â
Samuel glanced at the reporters coldly and did not explain anything. However, he held the manâs hand.
Anastasia frowned, thinking, âWhy would a big shot like Samuel come to my art exhibition?â
Anastasia did not like Samuel very much. Anastasia thought, âIt must be Jason who invited Samuel.
Samuel is wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger, which has the same design as that manâs ring.
Obviously, theyâre a couple. In Atharia, same-sex marriages are legal, so that man must be Samuelâs partner. Itâs a surprise to find that someone with a legal husband would still have a love affair. Iâll never understand the world of the rich. Either way, I donât wish to understand it too.â
Samuel walked to Anastasia and introduced his partner with a smile. âAre you Anastasia? Heâs my lover, Spencer Livingston.â
Spencer also flashed a gentle smile. Spencer seemed to be a good person as he exuded a calming aura. âHello, Anastasia. Iâm Jasonâs teacher.â
Anastasia was stunned for a moment before opening her mouth. âT-Teacher?â
Spencer nodded. âI graduated from Radford Designer School in Atharia, and my pseudonym is Ambrose. This is my business card.â
Anastasia remained stunned and did not return to her senses for a long time. Anastasia would never have thought that Spencer was the world-renowned Clusian designer.
Ambrose, derived from his pseudonym, had always been a well-known brand.
Moreover, Spencer was the chief designer of the franchise specializing in custom-made dresses. It was the shop that Anastasia went to before attending the banquet.
Anastasia took a deep breath and hurriedly raised her hand. âHello. Iâm sorry. Itâs nice to meet you.â
âIâve just met the top star in the industry,â she thought.
âSpencer is Ambrose!â The reporters were shocked. They could not find any scandals or news more shocking than Samuel and Spencerâs identities.
Spencer admired Anastasiaâs paintings and smiled at the media. âI like your paintings very much. You are a talented artist. Yours is the painting I admire the most amongst all the paintings produced by the young artists in our country. I have seen it on the forum before.â
A reporter asked, âAre you here for Anastasiaâs paintings?â
Spencer nodded and looked at the painting that was displayed before Anastasia could finish it. âGood works are the best interpretation of art. However, I want to ask about this painting. Why didnât you finish it?â