Chapter 158
Chapter 158:
Without wasting a second, Yelena grabbed her phone and dialed Cayson’s number. As soon as he picked up, she blurted out, “Cayson, what’s in the gift box p>
Cayson hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback. “Didn’t you check it when you got it p>
Yelena let out an awkward laugh. “It looked perfectly wrapped, so I didn’t bother opening it. Is it some calligraphy or a painting?” Her mind was already racing, figuring out how to manage this unexpected twist.
“Yes, it’s a piece by Oaklyn,” Cayson replied. “Mr. Sugden is a huge fan of that elusive, renowned calligrapher. I went through a lot to get my hands on it from another collector p>
Yelena froze, surprised. “A piece by Oaklyn p>
“Yes, you might have heard of Oaklyn, whose works are legendary—rare, priceless, and shrouded in mystery. Oaklyn hasn’t produced many pieces, but each one is worth a fortune. No one knows who Oaklyn really is, or even if Oaklyn is a man or a woman. The scarcity of their art has only fueled speculation. Some say Oaklyn lost it over a failed romance, while others believe they gave up art after enduring some great tragedy. Whatever the truth, Oaklyn’s pieces have only become even more coveted because of it,” Cayson explained, his tone carrying the authority of someone who had done extensive research on the artist.
Oaklyn’s work was so rare that even with money, acquiring one was nearly impossible.
Yelena’s lips twitched as she listened, barely holding back a chuckle.
“Lost it over love? Gave up art after a tragedy? What kind of absurd stories are these p>
She had no idea such wild rumors were circulating about her—or rather, her pseudonym.
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The truth couldn’t have been more mundane. Yelena had started practicing calligraphy out of sheer boredom during her training. Her mentor, an elderly man with an obsessive love for the art, had made her take it up. To her, it was nothing more than an annoying punishment. Whenever she made a mistake in her training, she was ordered to practice her writing.
Still, she had to admit she had a knack for it. After just a few practice sessions, her calligraphy began to look surprisingly refined.
One day, while idly flipping through a book, she came across a character named Oaklyn. On a whim, she signed her work with that name.
It was supposed to be a joke, a fleeting thought. But Brody, ever opportunistic, had stumbled across her work and insisted on keeping one of her pieces.
Yelena had dismissed it at the time, thinking it wasn’t worth showing anyone.
Who could have predicted the stir it would cause?
Somehow, Brody had turned her casual hobby into a phenomenon. What he did with it, or how he marketed her calligraphy, was beyond her.
It had been an unexpected turn of events when Yelena’s work, under the pseudonym Oaklyn, became an overnight sensation. Brody had persuaded her to…
Create a few more pieces—some even branching into paintings. Every work was met with overwhelming praise, cementing Oaklyn’s reputation as a mysterious, sought-after artist.
But Yelena’s interests were varied, and her fascination with calligraphy waned quickly. The constant demand began to feel like a burden, so she asked Brody to spread rumors to explain why “Oaklyn” had gone silent. Trusting him to handle it discreetly, she hadn’t anticipated the melodramatic backstories he’d concocted.
“Failed romance? Tragic loss?” Just the thought made her cringe.