Following Michael Quinn, Laura Collins and Nora Scott left together. Leaving the young man and Sophia Collins standing there. Sophia Collins tugged at the young man’s arm, pouting, her dissatisfaction and anger obvious. She sulkily said, "He’s just a thug, why are you afraid of him?" "A thug?" The young man was stunned, his brows furrowed as he asked solemnly, "Do you know who he is?" Seeing him so serious, Sophia Collins paused slightly, feeling a bit nervous, "Who—who?" The young man explained, "His grandfather is Bernardo Quinn, a renowned contemporary artist, an influential figure with countless accolades. Before retiring, he was the president of the National Academy of Paintings. All his disciples have become standouts in the industry. His works are collected in national museums, Mist City Museum, Anchel Museum, and several others. Whenever his works are released, many scramble to get their hands on them." Even if his grandfather is a famous artist, it doesn’t stop him from being a thug. Before Sophia Collins could express her disdain, the young man continued, "He himself is even more remarkable, known as the ’terrifying photocopier,’ rumored to perfectly replicate any artwork. Few can distinguish between the real and the fake." Sophia Collins was speechless in astonishment. Could that subcultured young rascal really possess such a magical skill? "In any case, those in the field take pride in owning a masterpiece by Bernardo Quinn. Even outsiders, in their pursuit of culture, rack their brains to acquire his works. But generally, his works are priceless." The young man continued, "Michael Quinn himself, due to his exceptional talent, has been noticed by industry insiders since childhood. Many have high hopes for his achievements. However, he’s not interested in pursuing this path." "Is he... is he really that amazing?" Sophia Collins’ voice trembled slightly. "People can be deceiving by appearances." The young man reminded, feeling a subtle worry within. He met Michael Quinn by chance at a gathering. After returning home, he vowed to acquire a masterpiece from Bernardo Quinn, thus paying close attention to Michael Quinn... He wondered if today’s incident would affect Michael Quinn’s perception of him. Thinking of this, he glanced at Sophia Collins, who seemed bewildered, and frowned in annoyance. At the store entrance. After settling the bill, the three were enthusiastically seen off by the shop assistant as they walked out. As soon as they stepped out, Laura Collins held her shopping bag and bid farewell to Nora Scott. "I’m heading off now." As she turned, she paused, frowned at Michael Quinn, and said coldly, "I’ll transfer the money back to you later." "Hey—" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 Michael Quinn tried to call out to her, but she had already turned and left without stopping. Seeing this, Michael Quinn lowered his gaze, raised his hand, and scratched his damp hair. Nora Scott tossed all the shopping bags to Michael Quinn and asked, "What’s going on?" Carrying handfuls of shopping bags, Michael Quinn feigned ignorance. Nora Scott side-eyed him, "You just broke up and came to back me up, who are you playing here?" Michael Quinn spread his hands and played innocent, "Can’t I be here to back you up?" "Sophia Collins and Laura don’t get along. Her new boyfriend happens to know you; Sophia and her boyfriend came to the mall for shopping; you just happen to drag me to break up with Laura; we were minding our own business, yet in such a large mall, you appeared just when Sophia was causing trouble." After calmly analyzing, Nora Scott laughed coolly, "Michael Quinn, do you think I’m an idiot to believe such coincidences?" "Alright." Michael Quinn seemed to concede, waved his hand, and explained, "Actually, I just felt sorry for her and wanted to help her vent some anger. Recently, I met her sister’s boyfriend and learned they were out on a date, so I timed it. Her sister’s boyfriend needs something from me and will surely break up with her sister soon." Nora Scott squinted, "Is that all?" Michael Quinn wasn’t guilty at all, directly saying, "What else? While I might act unreliable, I wouldn’t mess around with a breakup." Nora Scott’s face relaxed as she tossed out those words and walked towards the escalator. Following behind, Michael Quinn looked down at the shopping bags in his hands, murmured uncontrollably, "Why buy clothes for your boyfriend and make me pay..." Speaking of which, Pedro Langley’s tattoo still hasn’t been paid for! By the time they returned home, it was almost dark. Just entering the courtyard, they saw two figures. Nora Scott looked closely and found Marcus Shaw and Pedro Langley. They seemed to have just come out of the house. "What brings you here?" Nora Scott asked as she naturally handed the shopping bags to Marcus Shaw. Marcus Shaw, who had already become accustomed to being a laborer, instinctively received the shopping bags. He hesitated for a moment before realizing he’d been enlisted by Nora Scott again.