Wasn't the greeter just an ordinary man? Arthur had seemed quite familiar with him, even chatting casually, but nothing about the man had stood out. Some people had even dismissed him entirely, thinking he looked too plain or unremarkable to be anyone important. No… that can’t be him! But as everyone followed Jackson’s gaze— They realized, it really was him! The very same man who had been standing at the entrance just moments ago. Ivan, who had been quietly blending into the background, suddenly found himself at the center of attention. Wait… I was just here watching the drama unfold. How did I end up getting dragged into this? His mind raced as he stared at Jackson in disbelief. Seriously, Jackson? I don’t remember ever crossing you. I was laying low, minding my own business. How did you even spot me? And why did you have to call me out like this? With everyone now staring at him, there was no escaping. With no other choice, Ivan sighed and reluctantly stepped forward, making his way onto the stage. He shot Jackson a sharp glare. “You couldn’t handle this on your own? You just had to drag me into it?” Jackson, however, only grinned mischievously. “Heh. You’ve been enjoying the show for long enough, haven’t you? Time to join the fun.” Ivan rolled his eyes at him without hesitation. Then, shifting his glare to Arthur, he grumbled, “If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have come at all!” Arthur spread his hands innocently. “Hey, don’t look at me. I wasn’t the one who called you out.” This easy, natural exchange left the crowd completely dumbfounded. W-wait… Is this really Mr. Ivan?Not only had they seen his entire face, but now they were witnessing Mr. Ivan in person—interacting so naturally with Arthur, as if they were longtime friends. Even Spencer, still in shock, tugged at Arthur’s sleeve. After swallowing hard, he finally voiced the question on everyone's mind. “Arthur… Is this really Mr. Ivan?” Hearing his name, Ivan turned with a friendly smile. “Mr. Gibson, nice to meet you. I’m Arthur’s friend—Ivan. If you ever need custom clothing in the future, make sure to support my business.” The moment those words fell— The entire venue erupted. Ivan?The designer, Ivan? The legendary designer who was nearly impossible to meet? Some people couldn’t wait any longer—they quickly pulled up old interview videos of Ivan, carefully comparing them. And with just a quick look— They confirmed it. “Oh my God! He really is Mr. Ivan!” Excited gasps and murmurs rippled through the venue. People crowded together, frantically searching for more proof, while others squealed in disbelief. Within seconds, the room was filled with excited shrieks and frantic whispers of disbelief. “Oh my God! Those eyes, that face—it’s Ivan! I’m actually seeing Ivan in person!” “This isn’t a dream, right? Am I actually looking at Ivan?” “I tried searching for photos of him before, but there were barely any! And now, I’m seeing him right here with my own eyes!” “Ivan is in Seacity! How did I not hear about this?” “Wait… is Mr. Ivan really here because of Arthur? How is that even possible? Are they actually friends?” “To be friends with Mr. Ivan… Damn, what was I even saying earlier?” The crowd’s exclamations filled the air, their disbelief growing with every second.Meanwhile, on stage, the Yarbrough family stood rooted to the spot, completely stunned. They stared at the scene unfolding before them, unable to process what was happening. They had been so sure—so utterly convinced—that Arthur could not possibly own anything from Ivan. Because of that, they didn’t even think verification was necessary—calling it a fake outright seemed more than enough to discredit him. And it wasn’t just them. Most people here had thought the same. But now, reality was hitting them hard. Arthur and Ashley weren’t just wearing Ivan’s personally designed outfits. They were actually close with him. Ivan had even shown up to personally assist Arthur. This was beyond anything they could have imagined. How could this be possible? Arthur?Of all people, why Arthur? Zane understood better than anyone what it meant to be friends with Mr. Ivan. Being friends with Ivan wasn’t just a casual acquaintance—it was a connection that held unimaginable power. Ivan wasn’t just a designer. He was the designer, someone the elite dreamed of reaching but never could. The waiting list for his work stretched across countries, filled with names of the wealthiest and most influential people in the world. But despite the overwhelming demand, Ivan had chosen a life of seclusion, making it nearly impossible for high society to even see him, let alone commission his work. Forget being his friend—just owning a single piece of clothing designed by Ivan was considered a mark of prestige in the upper circles. Wearing his work was a symbol of status—an unspoken sign of superiority. But Arthur… had actually become Ivan’s friend! Which meant that in the future, anyone seeking Ivan’s work could turn to Arthur for help. This connection alone had skyrocketed Arthur’s influence, giving him access to an elite social circle. From now on, powerful families and high-profile figures would be eager to build ties with him. He wouldn’t even need to reveal his identity as the chairman of Cloudia Corporation—this relationship alone would unlock limitless opportunities.