The anonymous infamous artist

Realizing that he had almost slipped out Anna’s identity, the director chuckled awkwardly to cover up his slip. “Uhm, yeah. I mean, they. They would definitely appreciate that.” He corrected,

Jacob squinted his eyes at him before nodding, “I will be on my way then.” He said to Mr. Joseph before strolling out of the Art gallery.

Mr. Joseph, who had heard tales of how the Mikelsons, especially Jacob, had dominated the whole of London, was surprised that he had just left without causing a ruckus.

Hm.. Guess time really changes people.

Casually strolling out of the Art gallery like he wasn’t the most dreadful man in all of London.

Jacob, on his way out of the hotel he had lodged in, Jacob felt his heart fluttering as he recalled all the paintings he had seen at the Art gallery.

Thinking about them now, he realized that they all had deep meaning to them, portraying the horrible truth of the world, and how humans were struggling to survive.

Since he was born into a very wealthy and in