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At the same time, a voice echoed out.

"Hm? What brings you here, Charlie?"

Charlie instantly jolted at the sound before responding, "You are here, chairman."

As he said that, Edwin Wilson noticed Niamh, who was standing at the back.

He immediately said, "Oh! You are here too, Niamh?"

"Master Wilson." Niamh greeted.

Then, she glanced around at the other people nearby and called out, "Master Clark, Master Levin…"

After greeting everyone, they responded to her with smiles and nods.

Then, they looked at Bright, who was standing next to Niamh and teased, "Oh? Did you get a boyfriend, Niamh? Did you come here on a date with him?"

Following that, Niamh blushed slightly and said, "Don't say that, Master Levin. Bright and I are just normal friends."

"Haha! She's all shy."

In the blink of an eye, people all around burst into hearty laughter.

Right then, Charlie, who was standing to the side, said something cryptic.

"Hmph! Too bad Niamh's taste is not that good, she's taking a liking to some arrogant guy.

Just moments ago, he was criticizing the chairman's horse painting, saying that it lacks charm. He even mocked Master Cotton for having poor taste!"

The moment everyone heard that, their expressions subtly changed.

The moment Charlie said that, everyone's expression changed.

One of the bearded middle aged man was immediately filled with rage!

He immediately started berating Bright.

"How dare a mere youngster like you insult Master Cotton?"

"You are so ignorant. Master Cotton is a legend in traditional painting! Who do you think you are?"

"Hmph! You even said that his painting lacks charm? The audacity of a brat like you to say something like that."

"You have terrible taste, Niamh. This guy is totally useless! You should stay far away from him."

Instantly, everyone began attacking Bright.

Niamh was getting anxious as well.

Quickly, she started to defend Bright. "No, it's not what you think. Bright is not that kind of person, there's been a misunderstanding…"

"A misunderstanding?" Charlie refused to back off.

He sneered and retorted, "Hmph! I heard everything with my own ears. What kind of misunderstanding could there possibly be?"

Charlie's reply was dismissive.

"I…". In an instant, Niamh's expression shifted.

However, Bright, who was standing to the side, shook his head and said, "There's no point in trying to explain ourselves to these people. They are nothing but a bunch of attention seekers. Are they not embarrassed?"

After saying that, Bright decided to leave, pulling on Niamh's wrist.

However, right at that moment, the elderly man standing at the very front suddenly flashed a smile and said, "Hmph! Please wait a moment, young man. According to what Charlie just said, you think something is lacking in my painting, do you?"

Bright took a glance at the old man.

If his memory serves him right, the man had been addressed as the chairman earlier.

In that case, he must have been Edwin Wilson, the chairman of the Art Association.

Bright nodded and responded, "That's right! Your painting successfully conveys 70 percent of its intended spirit, but lacks the final 30 percent of its essence."

As he spoke, Bright's demeanor remained collected.

The moment he spoke, Edwin's face started showing signs of embarrassment.

The painting was his proudest masterpiece.

Moreover, the painting was the product of a life's worth of painstaking effort.

It had even been praised by Master Cotton personally! His painting was undoubtedly a treasure.

That horse painting of his was among the top five traditional paintings made in the modern day.

Even so, a highly acclaimed piece like that was described as lacking by someone younger than him.

How could Edwin endure such an insult?

In an instant, Edwin looked upset, his face ashen.

Then, he slowly stated, "Hmph! If that's the case, it sounds like you've studied traditional paintings quite a bit, haven't you? Your painting skills must be extraordinary too.

Why don't you show us some of your skills? It will broaden our horizons, don't you think?"

Hearing that, Bright squinted slightly.

Edwin's true intentions were finally revealed. He was trying to regain some of his dignity, huh?

Ha!

With a sneer, Bright stared at Edwin, saying, "Who are you, though? Why should I paint just because you asked me to? Who do you think you are to act so high and mighty?"

After his words trailed off, Niamh's expression turned awkward.

She piped up, "Bright, he is the chairman of the Art Association, Edwin Wilson. I mentioned him to you before…"

Upon hearing that, Edwin straightened his own clothes.

He had faith in his reputation.

He believed that once Bright heard his name, he would back down.

However, Bright shook his head right on the spot, saying, "Edwin Wilson? Who's that? I don't know him."

Instantly, Niamh was flushed red.

The look on Edwin's face was incredibly awkward as well.

At that point, Niamh hurriedly said to Edwin, "Mr. Wilson, Bright doesn't know how to paint in the traditional style. Could you just let it go?"

Her words hung in the air.

Mocking voices were heard again.

"No way! He was so confident just a moment ago, Niamh."

"Yeah! If he's really that talented, why doesn't he step forward? Why is he chickening out now?"

"Exactly! I bet this guy doesn't even know the different styles in traditional painting, though."

Those insulting words echoed around them.

Niamh looked more embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Edwin was still wearing a slight smile.

However, it was clear that he was enjoying the insults directed toward Bright.

He promptly said, "Hmph! Young man, if you are too scared to paint, it's okay. Just apologize! If you can do it, then be bold and show off your skills. What's the point of hiding behind a woman like you are doing now?"

There wasn't any mockery in Edwin's words, but the implication behind it was clear.

Instantly, Niamh's face turned beet red.

Meanwhile, Bright's voice was still nonchalant.

"Well, since you are all so keen on humiliating yourselves, I guess there's no need for me to try and keep your dignity intact. I guess I have no choice but to give you guys metaphorical slaps in the face." He sighed regretfully.

"You insolent bastard! How shameless!"

"He's as stubborn as a mule. I would like to see what kind of nonsense he's going to come up with."

"I bet that when the time comes, he won't even know how to hold the brush properly."

"Hmph! What a bunch of big talk."

Murmurs of discontent swept through the crowd.