Logan's eyes glimmered with amusement. "Who is it?"
Selina answered honestly. "The grandfather who adopted me… and Uncle Gordon also taught me a little."
Logan gave a knowing nod. "But I'd imagine your grandfather wouldn't stop you from taking on another teacher."
That much was true.
Still, Selina genuinely felt that even if she formally apprenticed under someone, it wouldn't do her much good.
Before she could say anything, Logan suddenly added, "Since you're so interested in oil painting, why don't I introduce you to a friend of mine?"
Selina tilted her head, intrigued. "What friend?"
"Mr. Brandon," Logan replied evenly.
Selina froze, startled. "You know him?"
Mr. Brandon was the most renowned yet mysterious painter in the country. His works were coveted both domestically and abroad, often fetching astronomical prices. Everyone, without exception, praised his genius.
