Chapter 404


    Shortly after, M returned carrying a bag and a small makeshift table. Sienna looked puzzled.


    M unfolded the table and retrieved white A4 papers, ink, and brushes from the bag. She wrote a message on the paper and attached it to the stall.


    "Receive aplimentary ink painting with purchases exceeding 100 dors."


    Sienna was taken aback.


    M began preparing the ink as Sienna looked around anxiously, advising, "Wanda, the people here are just regr folks. They usually don''t pay much attention to famous artists or paintings. Not many might recognize you."


    Considering Sienna''s words, M couldn''t help but agree. She then took out her phone, logged into her official ount as Inkwell, and posted an update.


    "Selling items on behalf of a friend. Get aplimentary painting with purchases exceeding 100 dors."


    M ced her phone down and offered Sienna a warm smile. "Just watch what happens."


    Sienna felt grateful but also uneasy as she sat down next to M. "Wanda, your paintings are so valuable. Selling everything I have here wouldn''t evenpare to the worth of one of your artworks. Please don''t diminish your value for my sake. I''d feel terribly guilty."


    M held up the paper and waved it slightly. "I already paint for charity, and helping you is just another form of charitable work. Besides, these smaller paintings I''m creating now aren''t particrly valuable."


    While Sienna was partly convinced, she still harbored some doubts. Nheless, what M considered insignificant proved to be quite the opposite within half an hour, as a dozen luxury cars pulled up in front of their stall.


    The men forming a line at the stall were all impably dressed in suits, emanating an air of sophistication and elegance that contrasted sharply with the street''s ambiance.


    These visitors were either art collectors or aides to prominent figures. Each customer made the same demand, "I''ll take everything from your booth. I hope you can sign your name on the artwork."


    M politely refused, stating, "No signatures, no photographs, and no framing."


    She understood that adding her signature or taking photographs with the paintings would significantly increase their value, potentially selling for tens of thousands of dors or more.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    However, doing so would contradict her intention of assisting Sienna. Despite her refusal, the demand for M''s paintings continued to skyrocket.


    Sienna''s stall waspletely sold out, leaving those lucky enough to have purchased her items feeling as though they had won a prize, eagerly lining up for theirplimentary painting.


    The crowd of spectators kept growing.


    Word spread rapidly that the renowned artist Inkwell was offeringplimentary paintings, resulting in Sienna''s products selling out. This sparked a frenzy as people flocked to Sienna''s stall, eager to purchase anything just so they could get a free painting. "100 dors, 1000 dors, 10000 dors. I''ll buy anything, just let me get a free painting,” they pleaded.


    Sienna had underestimated Inkwell''s fame. Even the tables and chairs from her stall were swiftly imed by eager buyers.


    As the demand for free paintings surged and many were left empty-handed, it caught the attention of numerous journalists and media outlets.


    Inkwell''s presence caused a surge of visitors to the entire street, boosting the businesses of all the vendors.


    Within just two hours, she became a trending topic online.


    "Inkwell Offers Free Paintings at the Riverbank."


    Inside the restaurant, M enjoyed every bite of the shepherd''s pie that Sienna had kindly treated her to.


    Sienna sat in a daze, constantly scrolling through her phone, still trying to process what had just happened.


    She had always known M was talented, but witnessing firsthand the impact of someone truly exceptional was beyond her wildest imagination.


    "How much did you make today?" M asked curiously.


    Sienna set down her phone, nervously swallowing. "Well, I only had a few hundred dors worth of merchandise, but I earned over 3000 dors.


    "The customers were like madmen, constantly shoving money at me. They even took the box where I kept my change and paid me a hundred just for that battered box," she eximed incredulously.