tizen Quenet, I can''t believe it''s you! What a coincidence!" she exclaimed.

The orator looked down at the elderly woman in confusion.

"Don''t you remember me? I''m Mrs. Percy. You painted my portrait before...My niece, little Edith, she used to visit your residence often, didn''t she?"

Upon hearing the name, Andre

seemed to catch on immediately. He instinctively scanned the area around Adele for a child - no, he inwardly mocked himself for being foolish. She must be a grown lady by now.

It''s a pity that behind the old woman, he only saw a black-haired quiet maiden. Clearly it was not her.

"Hello, Citizen Quenet, it''s an honor to meet you," Philippe said respectfully, extending his hand to shake Andre''s.

It was only then that Andre noticed the young man and felt apologetic as he shook his hand politely.

"Didn''t your niece come along?" he asked Citizeness Percy.

"Oh, she had something else to attend to. Since the Revolution, that chick has been busy every day," the elderly woman explained while carefully scrutinizing the face of this "old acquaintance."

From his features and skin alone, he still seemed almost boyish, yet the calm and confident charisma added a sense of age to his overall aura.

"But God bless, ten years have passed, and you haven''t changed a bit!"

"I suspect it''s just your memory has become fuzzy," Andre replied, bowing his head.

"I swear it''s true! You look exactly the same as the first time I saw you. How did you manage it?" Adele marveled. "You m