Arriving at Cheongdam House, Martin Park glanced around and commented.

    "You live in a modest place."

    "Is that so?"

    Cheongdam House... modest?

    But considering the mansions owned by American millionaires, it made sense that he might think that way.

    Martin Park wasn’t just anyone—he was a top-tier hunter ranked beyond two stars, an elite among elites.

    ‘And since he’s also an artist, the wealth he’s accumulated must be beyond imagination.’

    That’s why people called him eccentric.

    Su-ho had assumed he’d paint in his bedroom, but the man was particular.

    Still, without complaining, Su-ho gave him a vacant room on the second floor.

    The second floor was just as spacious as the first, with plenty of unused space despite Nam Hae-won using part of it as a studio.

    After explaining how the house’s facilities worked, Su-ho ordered all the supplies Martin might need.

    Just as he was about to leave, Martin Park spoke up.

    "Wait a moment."

    He suddenly pulled out a notebook and a pen from his pocket.

    Then, he walked out onto the terrace and sketched the scenery before him.

    Finally, he added a massive full moon to the center—something that wasn’t actually there.

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