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Upon opening the door to the VIP room, Lily saw a middle-aged man and two women, one older and one younger.
The middle-aged man, wearing glasses, approached with a sunny smile, exuding grace, maturity, and elegant demeanor.
An exhibition manager introduced him, "This is Mr. Keith Raniere." Then, introducing the two women, "These are Mr. Raniere's relatives."
"Hello," Lily said as she shook his hand lightly.
Raniere shook her hand briefly and said, "I've always enjoyed collecting art. It's my good fortune to encounter Miss Carter's art exhibition here in New York."
Looking at the person before her and listening to his words, Lily suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. She subconsciously turned her head, just in time to see Martin and two other bastards walking in.
She immediately understood that the man in front of her resembled Martin, or rather, was a middle-aged version of Martin.
A gentleman in appearance, but darkness lurked within.
