Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3595

He abruptly spun around, taking a few quick steps to conceal himself behind the corner of the wall. A cold, dark glint settled in his eyes.

As the sound of their approaching footsteps grew louder, he held his breath and slipped silently into the stairwell.

*

At 10:00 AM, the various artists were scheduled to meet their fans in the gallery's main auditorium. By 9:30, the venue was already packed to the brim. Aside from the first three rows reserved for VIPs, every seat was taken. A dazzling sea of glowing LED signs and massive posters filled the air.

Unable to locate Nocturne, Phoebe led her family to their seats in the second row, figuring she would track him down after the panel concluded.

Ever since stepping foot into the venue, Rhiannon had been snapping photos non-stop to send to Marina, determined to make the most of her reluctant trip.

Marina texted back: *Stop taking pictures. Just enjoy the exhibition!*

Marina: *So, did you actually look at the art?*

Rhiannon: *I skimmed through it. The art is quite good, and the storyline feels fresh. It's by that artist who caused all that drama online recently—Ashen. You're a fan of hers too, aren't you?*

Marina didn't reply.

Undeterred, Rhiannon cracked open an exclusive side-story comic she had purchased and began photographing it, sending it to her daughter page by page.

Marina: *You've been walking around for a while. Are you thirsty?*

Rhiannon: *A little.*

Just a few minutes later, a staff member approached their row carrying a tray laden with coffee, fresh juice, and hot tea, politely asking what they would like to drink.

Rhiannon blinked in surprise. Marina had *just* asked if she was thirsty, and immediately someone brought them drinks. Was Marina right here at the exhibition?

Sipping her juice, Charlotte turned to Phoebe. "Didn't you say you saw Marina earlier? Where is she?"

"She was pretty far away, so I didn't get a clear look," Phoebe replied smoothly. "Maybe I was mistaken. It probably wasn't her."

Charlotte smirked and let out a disdainful huff. "If she had managed to get in, she would've marched right over here to rub it in our faces."

At that moment, an ear-splitting roar erupted from the audience. The artists were finally taking the stage.

"Nocturne! Nocturne!"

"Ashen!"

"This 'Ashen' finally shows up. Let's see what they actually look like, considering all the fuss the gallery made to invite them!" Leaning back in her chair, Charlotte crossed her legs, looking every bit the haughty spectator.