Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344 Bumping Into Tilda and Myst

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Most diners here are dazzled by the over–the–top luxury of three–star Michelin spots.

But clearly, this place’s chef doesn’t need flashy décor–his food speaks for itself.

At the end of the day, a restaurant lives or dies on taste.

After ordering, a server brought over a bottle of seasonal soju, pouring it respectfully for Mystro and Tilda.

“This is our winter special–smooth but with a kick.”

Mystro took the first sip.

The burn hit his throat like fire, spreading heat through his whole body.

Tilda followed with a sip, nodding. “Good stuff.”

“Tilda, did you already decide on your flight home?” Mystro asked.

“Almost. I’ll stay one more day and leave tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll miss New Year’s.”

“I’ve been away long enough. I miss my country. My home.

“Your country…”

Mystro repeated softly. His gaze rippled, as if he’d made a decision deep inside.

Just then, a tall man–six foot one, pink–streaked curls, white chef’s coat–walked over, grinning.

“Myst, I knew you’d show up.”

“Hello, Timothy. Oh, Tilda, let me introduce you–this is the head chef here at Ferris Wheel, Timothy Robinson. Around here, they call him the Vegetable Magician.

“Timothy, this is my junior, Tilda.”

Tilda gave a polite nod.

“Oh! I watched every second of the International College Art Competition livestream! Ms. Tilda, I’m a die- hard fan of your alias–X!”

He leaned closer, practically glowing. “You can see for yourself–some of the posters here are recreations of your work I saw on Motrar Girl Forum.”

He was so excited that he asked for an autograph right there.

“Of course,” Tilda said, pressing a hand to her temple.

She hadn’t expected that once her X identity was exposed, she’d cause a stir everywhere she went.

She couldn’t believe her alias was this big in Motrar–an army of anime diehards.

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Timothy held the signed paper like a treasure. “Perfect! Now I’ve got something to brag about to my friends.”

“Mr. Robinson.”

Then, a waiter whispered something in his ear.

“Oh? He’s here, too? Excuse me, I need to greet an important guest.

“Your dishes will be up soon. Please, enjoy.”

With that, he hurried off.

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Tilda stuck out her tongue. “Didn’t think I’d be signing autographs even in a place like this. Exhausting.”

“Tilda, your fame’s outshining mine now. Timothy has never been that excited to see me. X has basically become a national idol in Motrar.”

“Ugh, don’t rub it in. I regret revealing that alias. My hand is about to fall off from all the signing lately!”

“Here, let me help.”

Like a queen, Tilda stretched out her hand. Mystro took it into his palm and carefully massaged her fingers.

The indulgence was almost sinful.

If word got out that the great Myst pampered a woman like this—even massaging her hand—people’s eyes would pop out.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the restaurant.

“Kayden, long time no see!”

Timothy greeted warmly, pulling the man into a hug.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Robinson.”

“This is my sixth brother, Santiago, and my seventh brother, Wade.

“Wade just landed in Motrar, so I thought I’d bring him to Fairville to taste the Vegetable Magician’s signature dishes.”

After the hug, Kayden introduced them.

Santiago and Wade nodded politely. “Pleasure, Mr. Robinson. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“No need to be too formal. If you’re Kayden’s brothers, you’re my brothers too. We’ve been friends since college.

“I’ve already got seats for you. Sit, sit.”

“Much appreciated…”

But then Santiago froze, his eyes catching something at the corner of the room.

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Chapter 344 Bumping Into Tilda and Myst

He jerked his head back, stunned.

“Kayden, Wade, tell me I’m not seeing things. Isn’t that … Tilda?

“And that man with her at the ski resort–the one wrapped up in goggles, scarf, and hat… That’s Myst?”

Back then, Mystro had been so covered up in goggles, a scarf, and a hat, so they couldn’t confirm his identity.

But now–dressed in a tailored blue suit, his aristocratic aura undeniable–there was no mistaking him.

The prodigy that the international art world called a once–in–a–century genius.

Why is Tilda with Myst?

The question spun endlessly in the Jenson brothers‘ minds.

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