Chapter 160

The streets of Aldercrest Town buzzed with excitement.

A long queue formed before Aria Bennett's clay figurine stall, while Damian Cross's woodcarving shop drew an equally enthusiastic crowd.

"Oh my God, this is uncanny!" A female fan gasped, cradling her newly acquired wooden sculpture.

Damian's slender fingers guided the carving knife with precision. Wood shavings flew as a lifelike miniature figure gradually took shape.

Next door, Aria focused on molding clay figures. With deft fingers, she brought an adorable doll to life in her palm.

"Miss, could you make me a bunny?" A little girl with pigtail braids asked shyly.

Aria smiled warmly. "Of course."

Nearby, Nolan Reed watched with envy before abruptly removing his jacket. "I'm getting in on this!"

Donning black martial arts attire, he brandished a longsword. A single elegant opening stance stopped pedestrians in their tracks.

"Wow! So cool!" Fans screamed excitedly.

Years of Rebecca Reed's rigorous training paid off as Nolan's sword dance whipped through the air, drawing cheers from the growing audience.

"Maximum twenty per tip," he announced coolly.

Meanwhile, Audrey Lane meticulously painted in a handicraft workshop. Her oil painting background helped her master the technique swiftly, earning the shop owner's repeated praise.

"Aria's crew is killing it," Caleb Monroe remarked while watching the livestream.

Vivienne Archer, already secured an embroidery shop gig, chuckled. "Why don't you perform too?"

"I'll sell calligraphy!" Caleb slapped his thigh decisively.

Wesley Hart chose to perform opera at a teahouse, while Serena Blake stared intently at Nolan's direction.

"I'll check on Mr. Reed." She smoothed her hair, calculation flashing in her eyes.

Vivienne smirked meaningfully. "Good luck."

When Serena pushed through the crowd, Nolan had just changed into crimson martial arts robes. The vibrant hue accentuated his striking beauty.

"Mr. Reed, let's perform together?" she cooed.

Nolan's expression darkened instantly, his gaze darting toward Aria.

"No." His refusal was blunt.

Undeterred, Serena pressed, "My martial arts are decent. I won't slow you—"

"You look like professional dead weight," Nolan cut in mercilessly. "Women should stand on their own."

Grabbing nunchucks, he bolted like escaping the plague.

Students exchanged glances before silently following.

Left alone, Serena stood rigid, her face cycling through shades of fury.

The livestream chat exploded:

[Nolan's savage!]

[LMAO he ran like the wind]

[Fake Serena at it again]

[Nolan: Don't touch me!]