The news carried a few photographs, none of them close-ups, just some distant shots, but she could still recognize his figure at a glance from the few available photos.

In the photos, he wore a suit, his spine straight. Given the camera’s distance, his facial features were hard to discern; only faintly visible, yet somehow his expression could be felt.

It must be... a serious and cold expression. Surrounding him were numerous high-ranking leaders and business moguls from G City.

It makes sense. With someone of his stature arriving in G City, many of G City’s leaders have to line up before him.

Six years have passed, it’s been six years.

Mabel Quinn’s fingers gently caressed the photo on the phone. After she gave birth to her child, she saw through news reports that he had returned to Falling City, with Francine Howards by his side, smiling brightly while holding his arm.

At that moment, she told herself that from now on, she would just be Alexander Quinn, and all past experiences should be regarded as yesterday’s death.

She had returned to J City a few times, saw from a distance that her uncle looked like he had recovered and was entering and leaving Quinn Group’s offices normally. Alice also gave birth to a son, being carefully taken care of by Dorian Howards, and everything was beautiful, relieving her anxieties.

She just didn’t appear in front of them, not wanting to stir up any trouble.

Now, she only wishes to raise her child into adulthood safely. This child is her flesh and blood and her only blood relative in this world.

Thinking of her daughter, Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but reveal a smile at the corners of her lips; that little one, so soft and adorable, captures her heart daily. This feeling is something she never had before becoming a mother.

It’s as if her smile makes all worries vanish, but if she’s wounded and crying, it feels as though one’s heart is about to break.

Ah, truly a sweet burden!

And at this moment, Mabel Quinn’s "sweet burden" is at the kindergarten, lavishly selling photos of Atlas Shaw, with the sellers being her kindergarten classmates, those little girls.

A group of only five-year-old kids actually has developed a sense of aesthetics, deeply aware of the charm of this Uncle Atlas Shaw, especially since their parents have watched movies and TV shows featuring this uncle.

So, these little kids can’t help but envy Katherine Quinn for having an Uncle Atlas Shaw.

A photo costs fifty cents, which is Katherine Quinn’s price, equivalent to half the price of the cheapest popsicle at the kindergarten’s snack bar. Although Katherine Quinn would like to raise the price, the general populace here is often without much money. Keep in mind, they’re only kindergarten senior kids, merely five years old, as parents typically just give them a little pocket change at most, and some can’t even afford fifty cents, asking if snacks can be used instead.

"Katherine Quinn, why do you want to make money? Doesn’t your mommy buy you snacks?" a curious little girl asked. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"She does buy them for me." It’s just that she doesn’t give her money.

The speaking little girl has a round, bun-like little face, skin snow-white and tender, a full forehead, a small nose, rosy lips, and the most beautiful feature—those jet-black phoenix eyes, big and dazzlingly bright, along with silky, black hair, undoubtedly an adorable child.