Winner Takes All novel Chapter 376

Willy finally felt fear.

Although his face was covered in blood, but beneath it, there was no concealing his deathly pale contour.

Within the eyes of this man in front of him, all he could see was endless intent or murder. There was no sign of wavering and hesitation at all.

It was as if he was facing a blood-seeking beast.

Even when he was facing Lyndall, he never had this kind of sensation.

His heart was beating faster and faster, and it felt like it was going to break out of his ribcage.

In the end, Willy squeezed his throat and forced out a word, “Alright!”

…

In the LD Manor.

This villa was situated in a scenic area outside LD Manor. It was surrounded by hilly terrains and streams of rivers and lake.

This was the most exclusive and high-class residence of LD Manor.

Those who were able to gain entry into these grounds had to be rich or noble. Any normal resident could only gaze at the majestic view from afar. They wouldn’t be granted access into the grounds.

Tonight, LD Manor was especially bustling with activity.

The interior of the villa was decorated magnificently.

Stern-looking patrolling cars proved that this place was protected with the highest grade of security.

In the main hall, people were engaged in dancing and singing. Sounds of laughter could be heard everywhere.

There wasn’t any empty seat surrounding a massive round table.

“We are honored to be graced by your presence, Artist Warnock. Let me toast to you!”

Lyndall had a faint red glow on his face as he raised his glass towards Warnock who was sitting in the main seat.

Warnock was a little tipsy too and he looked pretty vested in this party. Naturally, he wouldn’t accept anyone who wanted to toast to him.

Following them emptying their glass, the others present all called out in celebration.

Those who were present were big shots in LD City, but now they only served as an accompanying party in this dinner.

However, none of them so much as spout a word of complain and dissatisfaction.

Being able to gain entry into the LD Manor was considered an honor to them.

Furthermore, the most important guest being invited by Lyndall today was none other than the master artist of the nation, Artist Warnock!

A leading authority in world wide.

It was Lyndall’s honor to have him attend this event.

Everyone who was present knew very well that this guest represented Lyndall’s reputation.

If this was anyone else, let alone successfully inviting Warnock to the scene, he or she would not even get entertained in the first place.

“Lyndall, you are really a gentleman.”

Warnock wrapped his arm around Lyndall’s shoulders, which was unlike his image of a leading figure.

“Warnock, truth to be told, although I am rough around the edges, but I still have my discernable qualities. From time to time, I would dabble in artistic endeavor such as painting and calligraphy. When I first saw your work back then, I was honestly stunned beyond words. From that moment on, it began an unstoppable venture into my passion.”

Lyndall praised Warnock profusely, which delighted him.

“Lyndall, shall we grab this golden opportunity to invite Warnock to draw something for us?” Someone suggested.

“Alright!”

Before Lyndall could implore him, Artist immediately agreed.

Lyndall’s eyes instantly lit up with a passionate glow.

He was the underground king of LD City who had unrivalled power and wealth, but when he had free time, all he cared about was traditional Chinese painting. He harbored the utmost respect towards Warnock who was an authoritative figure in this field.

If he could somehow lure this man to paint him something while he was half-drunk, he would have another precious treasure in the villa which he could admire anytime!

With such a thought in mind, Lyndall felt an indescribable joy coursing through him. He got up to prepare the ink for Artist personally.

The others present felt stunned upon laying eyes on such a scene.

Since when could the underground king lower his stance and position in front of anyone?”

“Lyndall, shall I do it instead?” Someone suggested to take his place.

Lyndall glanced at him sideways, “Who are you to prepare ink for Artist? Even if it is me doing it, I am at most just doing very little in my power.”

The person who came up with that suggestion turned pale, and he immediately scurried back into the crowd.

Just when Artist was dipping his brush into ink and was about to start his painting, all of a sudden, someone announced from outside the hall, “Mr. Long, Mr. Parker has brought him here.”

Artist’s hand froze momentarily.

Lyndall immediately felt his anger surging up while he apologized profusely to Artist, “I’m sorry, Artist. They are my brothers who don’t really know the way of society. I will go and teach him a lesson now.”