Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
On the other hand, Quinton was stuck at the first basic fill-in-the-blanks question. He bit his pen, seemingly casual when in fact, he was looking around suspiciously.
Joanne covered her test paper, frowned, and glared at Quinton. “What are you doing?”
“Let me have a look. What should be the answer to this blank?” Quinton pointed at a fill-in-the-blanks question.” The hills we climb…and what follows after that?”
“Figure it out on your own!” Joanne covered her test paper well and added expressionlessly, “Didn’t you recite it every day? Don’t you know the answer? You’re so stupid!”
Angry, Quinton slammed his pen on the table. “I quit! What the hell is this? Why am I doing this?”
He tried to earn his living on the dock at a young age and managed a spacious Carmine Pawnshop. He was the Midnight Demon, feared by everyone. Yet here he was, racking his brain and trying to recall the difficult poem in Early Modern English.
If people heard about that, they would laugh at him.
“I feel the same. Why are you doing this?” Joanne sneered and criticized expressionlessly, “People like you care about nothing but killing and hatred. You don’t have to waste time on things like these.”
For her, Quinton was at first a very good person. He was neat, charming, and was good at studying. All he could see was the wonderful things in the world. Although the world had harmed him, he wouldn’t be pessimistic.
At that time, he had not a chance to go to school because he was an adopted son. He had to do all the dirty and tiring chores, too.
As his nominal sister, Joanne felt sorry for this charming but gloomy brother of hers. At night, she would secretly get out of bed and take him to a place hidden from adults. Then, she would teach him what she had learned in the morning or what had happened in school by relying on the light of a lamp and the moon.
When Quinton was young, he was already very tough and smart. Although he had just learned things from Joanne, he learned well-even better than her.
Hence, he wasn’t illiterate though he had never studied at school. He knew basic Mathematics and loved how Joanne taught him to recite poems.
When Joanne taught him how to recite a poem, he would watch her cheek thoughtfully when he heard about the wonderful youth.
When she recited about the past feelings and memories that evoked sadness, he would feel very sad too. Even his eyes would turn red.
The ignorant Quinton began to understand his special feelings for Joanne. It was more than the affection a brother would have for his sister.
He also anticipated that their relationship wouldn’t be smooth. If not, he wouldn’t be heartbroken when he heard about the sadness being written about in the poem.
Unexpectedly, the poem seemed to have anticipated their future. They did end up in sadness.
“You’re no longer the man I used to know. You don’t have to force yourself to do things you’re not interested in. Just go!” Joanne suggested coldly.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the class became tense.
“Fine! I’ll go!” Quinton snarled, flying into a rage.
He couldn’t understand the meaning of wasting his time there. Besides, he didn’t want to recall his past self from Joanne’s words. It was heartbreaking.
In the past, he was weak as he endured all the grievance and unfairness. He was too timid to resist the Garcia family from oppressing him. Joanne probably saw him as bright, wonderful, and pure, but it was humiliating for him.
Now that he had experienced power and superiority, he would never recall the past fondly. All he wanted was to erase his past.
“Study on your own. I must’ve gone crazy these days to stay here like a clown. I won’t come again!” Then, Quinton got up to leave the class.
Flossie leaned on the railing, playing a mobile game to kill time. A bad premonition rose in her when she saw Quinton walk out of the class in a fit of anger.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” Quinton looked grumpy. “I’m such a fool. I want to stop doing stupid things!”
“Are the questions I designed too difficult?”
Flossie couldn’t understand his sudden wrath. She wondered if he felt defeated since the questions she created were too hard.
“I designed that question for Joanne to practice. You don’t have to be so serious about it. I didn’t ask you to get full marks, either. Why did you take it seriously?”
“That’s not the reason,” Quinton said.
He turned and looked at the class, feeling he was being ridiculous lately.
“Does it make sense? I abandoned my business and did something so childish thing with her. Are we enjoying a good life now? Don’t we have to work hard? Don’t we need to revive our family? We have yet to punish the people who got our parents killed. Do I have nothing better to do? I have a lot of things to do!”
“Just quit if you don’t want to keep studying. Why must you bring up so many things?” Flossie frowned, her tone serious.
“Yes, we can’t ignore our business and family. We need to revive our family and avenge our parents. But it doesn’t stand against your study. I didn’t ask you to attend lessons twenty-four hours a day. We only have two lessons in the morning and four lessons in the afternoon. I just want you to connect with Joanne. You-‘
“I don’t need that!” Quinton clenched his fists angrily. “Stop being a busybody! I don’t need to connect with anyone.
No one could control his emotions as long as he didn’t connect with them. He would be free.
The moment he was born, his life was destined to be different from others. People went to college, fell in love, got married, and had children. It was a smooth process.
But all his life, Quinton had only one goal in mind-making a name for himself. He had to work very hard to achieve his goal and retrieve everything he had lost.
“I need to go to South City for a business trip. You guys can do whatever you want. Count me out…. A sigh escaped Quinton. He sounded disappointed but arrogant. “After all, you guys find me an eyesore. Maybe it’s better for you if I leave.”
Flossie, worried, quickly asked, “What are you going to do there?”
Quinton had been rather emotional lately. Flossie feared he might get too obsessed about things, especially when she had just managed to prevent Joanne from doing the same.
“Leroy found an ancient tomb there with a lot of treasure. The local Cultural Relics Bureau has been alerted, and they’re negotiating at the moment. I need to rush there to see if a compromise is possible.”
Quinton had delayed his business while acting as Joanne’s study buddy.
Leroy Hollis had informed him about the ancient tomb a week ago, but he was too focused on his studies and didn’t pay too much attention to that news.
Consequently, the news leaked that week, and the Cultural Relics Bureau was alerted. They wanted all the treasures, or Leroy would be punished severely.
Based on the photos sent by Chase, it was clear the tomb came with a long history and was an authentic royal tomb. Any item found in there would cost a fortune. If all the treasures were confiscated by the bureau, it would be a great loss for Carmine Pawnshop.
Besides, Leroy had worked for Carmine Pawnshop for many years. If he was arrested and implicated Carmine Pawnshop, it would be very troublesome. If Quinton hadn’t rushed there to settle it, Carmine Pawnshop would be held accountable for it.
“Is it hard to settle?” Flossie asked.
Being smart, Flossie could tell the ins and outs of the incident with just a few words from Quinton.
“Isn’t it safer if we don’t do anything at a time like this? If not, we might lose even more when those people demand an explanation from us,” she said, worried.
“I’ll go and check it out. I’ll also try to get in touch with them.” Quinton wasn’t the type to back down. He would never retreat unless necessary.
That ancient tomb was rare and valuable. If he was forced to give it up to his betters, he would regret it. Besides, he had to talk to Leroy first to judge if they should fight for the tomb or give it up.
“Okay, you’re more experienced in this area. Flossie nodded. “Don’t worry about Joanne. She’s fine with me around. Take care of yourself. Call me if you need help. Although I’m not very powerful, I have some connections.”
“Don’t worry, It isn’t a big deal.” Quinton patted Flossie’s shoulders to comfort her. Then, he set off for South City with Chase the next day.
After driving the two children to school, Flossie returned to Ellsworth Manor to keep giving Joanne lessons.
“Well, I marked your test paper. You did great except for the last derivative Mathematics question. You got it right for the rest of the paper…”