When She Unveils Identities

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Chapter 413 He Is So Nice

Shirley would never easily give up.

’You promised it. I still have to search for him. Even if I have to dig a hole here, I would do it to find him

to give me an explanation!"

She pushed Irving away with a poker face and walked straight into Crimson Pawnshop.

A few guards who could not stand up and lay on the ground tried to stop Shirley, but Irving waved his

hand and did not allow them to bother Shirley.

"Mr. Rowland. Mr. Quintin has prohibited Ms. Wilson from going into Crimson Pawnshop. If you allowed

her in..."

'It doesn't matter. If she was stopped, she would never give up."

Irving looked at Shirley who was weak but determined. He sighed. ’Sometimes, you'd better leave the

truth alone, especially when you are just a girl. Then you would be happier. I hope she would stop

figuring the truth out for the rest of her life!"

It wasn't the first time Shirley had come to Crimson Pawnshop. Although she didn't know how the shop

displayed its goods well, she was still very familiar with it.

She moved as fast as she could to search Crimson Pawnshop and even searched the forbidden area.

She could find Mr. Quintin nowhere.

It gradually became late, and the white moonlight shone on the ground, making Shirley look even

lonelier.

"Mr. Quintin, where on earth are you? Come out. I won't bother you in the future. I just want an answer.

Come out, please!"

Shirley was almost going crazy. She went out of control and shouted in the vast and dim courtyard,

startling the crows on the dried vines to fly around in all directions.

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'Come out and talk to me, even if you just have one sentence for me..."

Shirley squatted on the ground gloomily, covering her beautiful face with her hands. She was still upset.

Her thin shoulders could not stop trembling, which made her look so fragile and helpless.

"Baby, don't cry..."

Someone spoke gently from Shirley's head. She patted Shirley's back gently.

Shirley took a deep breath and instantly became defensive. She looked at the girl indifferently. "It's

you."

"I'm honored that you still remember me."

Ida smiled. Under the moonlight, she looked quiet and gentle.

"Of course, I remember you. Your name is Ida, and you are good at pretending. I was almost fooled by

you before..."

Shirley quickly sized Ida up and found that she was very different from what Shirley remembered.

"When I parted with you last time, you had been locked up in the forbidden area again. How is it now?

Does your life come back to normal?"

Ida looked down and put on a faint smile. She smiled because she survived, and she became another

girl now.

"It's all thanks to Crimson Pawnshop. They did not give me up. I have already returned to normal and I

do not want to be close to those items anymore. I'm now leading a peaceful life with my son. We are

satisfied."

'That's pretty good. It's indeed not easy for you to survive. You are great."

Shirley appreciated Ida a lot.

Because Shirley was also someone's mom, she knew that it was not easy to be a single mother,

especially for Ida who was ordinary with no powerful background and amazing skills.

"I'm not great enough, it was because I met someone so nice..."

Ida looked up at the white moonlight. She said gratefully and respectfully, "Mr. Quintin is so nice. After

knowing that I stole the treasure of Crimson Pawnshop, he not only let me go but also helped me quit

the addiction. In the end, he also arranged for me to be his assistant. I received a generous salary and

paid off my debts. I could afford my son to go to kindergarten again, making us able to have a bright

future..."

"Are you now Mr. Quintin's assistant?"

Shirley's eyes lit up as if she had just been saved. She immediately grabbed Ida's hand and asked,

"Then do you know where Mr. Quintin went? Please tell me, I have something important to ask him

about."

'Where Mr. Quintin would go has always been confidential. Although I am his assistant, I have no right

to know where he is going, but..."

Just as Ida was about to say something, Irving walked over and stopped her unhappily.

"Ida, didn't Mr. Quintin tell you that from this week on, you will no longer be his assistant? You have

been fired by Crimson Pawnshop. Why haven't you left yet?"

Irving looked at Ida unfriendly and his voice was threatening. "Could it be that you needed me to send

someone to drive you away?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rowland."

Ida's eyes immediately blushed. She said pitifully, "I came here today without any other intentions. I just

wanted to say goodbye to Mr. Quintin. I..."

"Forget about it!"

Irving said impatiently, "Crimson Pawnshop is not a charity organization. All of you, whether you want

to thank or bid farewell, will only make Mr. Quintin in trouble. Don't bother him. It would be the best

thing for you to do for him."

Shirley realized something and stared at Irving. "In other words, you know where he is, and maybe...

he is watching me somewhere and asking you to convey his message at the same time?

"Irving, tell me, where is he? Why is it so difficult for him to uncover the truth? Why did he leave

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secretly? Did he ever think that I might keep it in my mind forever? I might suffer from it and doubt

myself for the rest of my life."

Irving remained his poker face, and he was still calm. He said peacefully, "Ms. Wilson, I have already

said that Mr. Quintin has disappeared now. We can’t contact him. Maybe he was killed by evil, or

maybe he wanted to hide in the mountains. Perhaps he got close to you on purpose. Now that his goal

has been completed, he wouldn't need to play the role anymore, so he naturally disappear..."

It made Shirley feel more and more depressed.

Because she could not accept any of them!

Shirley did not want Mr. Quintin to be killed because of her, nor did she want Mr. Quintin to get close to

her on purpose from beginning to end, which meant he was just telling a lie...

"Ms. Wilson, instead of messing up here, why don't you interrogate Braden who was involved? I believe

that no one knows the story better than him. It's just that you may not be willing to accept it."

Irving suggested her directly.

Irving did not know the truth. Ida did not know the truth, either. All people in Crimson Pawnshop did not

know the truth. Only Braden, the winner, knew the truth well!

After Irving finished speaking, he left again.

Shirley gradually calmed down, but she froze because she was too upset, unable to come to her

senses for a long time.

Ida stood by the side and looked at Shirley with some sympathy. Ida whispered, "Ms. Wilson, I don't

know what happened between you and Mr. Quintin, but I'm sure about one thing. That is... Mr. Quintin

is so nice. He won't hurt you. No matter what he had done, he would always wish you to be happy."

'Is it true?"

Shirley looked up, her eyes teary. She smiled bitterly. "I also think that he is so nice, so I desire more

for an answer."

"Are you free now?"

Ida invited Shirley. "If you are free, let's have a drink. I can tell you the real Mr. Quintin. You would know

better who he is."

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