As the car approached the Chasers' residence, the buzzing city faded behind them, replaced by the thickening trees lining the road. Each of the four great families had their ancestral homes scattered across Seacrity.

After another half hour's drive, the imposing entrance to the Chambers residence came into view. Towering gates, flanked by alert security guards, stood watch. Once the gates swung open, the car continued for over ten minutes before reaching the heart of the estate.

Lucas stepped out and opened the car door for Yvette. She alighted, carrying only an old black backpack, ignoring the servants' whispers intended to humiliate her.

Zachary had made elaborate preparations to welcome her back to the Chambers family, yet no one awaited her arrival, despite knowing her schedule. Her so-called father couldn't have neglected her like this. Who was behind it? It had to be Nellie. Yvette smiled, taking in the "kindly welcome."

Lucas observed Yvette closely, knowing this was part of Nellie's plan.

The Chambers family lived up to their reputation. Even as the least wealthy of the four families, their wealth was staggering. Every painting on the walls was a unique masterpiece; even the casually placed vases were rare antiques, rarely found on the market.

Standing in the lavish living room, Yvette, dressed casually in her shabby black backpack, felt completely out of place. Yet, she remained calm, as if accustomed to such settings. She pointed at the largest painting in the center, asking, "What's this?"

Lucas felt a flicker of joy. Yvette had been mostly silent during the drive, barely glancing at him. A single response from her felt like a victory. "That's a piece by Cyanbird, Ms. Zeller," he replied.

Yvette was speechless. She recognized it as a Cyanbird work, but it was a low-quality replica. The painting lacked emotion and had weak brushstrokes—it was completely uninspired. She had seen far better replicas.

She wondered, 'Which Chambers has been fooled into thinking this is valuable? It's absurd that they showcased such an obvious fake in such a prominent spot. Didn't anyone notice?'

Seeing Yvette staring intently at the painting, Lucas thought she must really like it. He mused, 'Sure, this young lady has looks and charm, but developing an eye for art takes time. Besides, she grew up in the countryside. How would she know about the famous artist, Cyanbird, whom everyone in high society admires?'

"Ms. Zeller," Lucas explained, "the artist of this painting is called Cyanbird. Ten years ago, she burst onto the scene with a piece titled Life, which set a record at West Auction House that still stands today. She went on to create a few more works, all collected by royal families overseas. Rumor has it that one of her paintings is even in Mr. Thomas Harrington's collection—a master of oil painting.

After she released Crescent Moon a few years back, she disappeared from the spotlight. People say all sorts of things—some claim she went mad from love, while others insist she's hiding away, painting only for the king. The truth is, no one really knows."

"Mad? Hiding away! What nonsense!" Yvette's mouth twitched. She had painted to pass the time during her cultivation. Joe had stumbled upon one of her pieces and insisted on taking it. She hadn't thought much of it then. Who would have guessed that painting would create such a buzz?

Eventually, she tired of the attention and asked Joe to handle it. 'So, he made up those wild stories? If that fool were here now, I'd seriously teach him a lesson,' she thought, then asked, "If that's the case, where did this painting come from?"

Lucas beamed with pride. "Ms. Winona Chambers went to great lengths to acquire it from Cyanbird, who recognized her talent and gifted her this piece, which really boosted her status in the local art scene. Mr. Griffin, the president of the Art Association, even took her on as a disciple because of this artwork."

"Winona sure has some nerve. How could she spin such a tall tale? Anyone with even a bit of talent could see through that. Who's this Mr. Griffin anyway?" Yvette recalled that a few years back, the Art Association had asked her for a painting, and the president at the time was Thomas Harrington. He seemed decent enough, so she casually gifted him a piece.

Just then, Zachary rushed in from work. He should have been home waiting for his long-lost daughter, but Nellie had a financial issue only he could resolve. Afterward, he hurried home, still arriving late.

Zachary walked into the living room with Nellie and immediately spotted Yvette's silhouette. 'Even their backs look that similar?'

As Yvette turned, Zachary stumbled back in shock, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions—more intense than anything Lucas had experienced. Her face bore a striking resemblance to Lilian, just as it had the first time he met her. Zachary's emotions were so intense that he overlooked the twisted expression on Nellie's face.