Chapter 261 Famous Painter Master Luke

When Ingrid exited the room, she discovered an apprehensive presence in the quaint living room. The man, displaying delicate features, wore gold-rimmed glasses perched atop his nose, cloaked in a long black windbreaker and dark jeans. His slender height was comparable to Orville's at a glance. Resting on the sofa, the man lifted his gaze as Ingrid made her appearance. He conveyed a respectful nod upon eye contact, his scholarly charm radiating an appealing aura. In response, Ingrid returned the nod, her eyes lingering on his face momentarily longer than necessary. He seemed oddly familiar to her. Sheila walked over, clutching Ingrid's hand and whispering startling news into her ear. "Ingrid, I can't believe William's grandson is none other than Luke!" Ingrid scrunched her brows in confusion. "Luke?" She sifted through her memories and soon asked, "You mean the master of Fresco and Impressionism painting, who garnered international fam