Then, she shook her head again, thinking it couldn’t be that coincidental. It might be some other leader, after all, in this city, powerful figures aren’t limited to just Kyle Kinston.

But just as the taxi turned around and headed in the opposite direction, the tall figure who was originally getting off and stepping up the stairs suddenly stopped and turned to look to one side.

Looking beyond the guards, as if searching for something.

"What’s wrong?" someone nearby asked.

Kyle Kinston pressed his thin lips together, his hand placed over his heart. His heart was pounding wildly, as if wanting to say something, and within his body, there was a feeling both strange and familiar... a feeling he couldn’t describe.

What is this feeling...?

A moment later, he withdrew his gaze, lowered his hand, and said plainly, "Nothing."

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That evening, Atlas Shaw appeared at Mabel Quinn’s apartment door. Fortunately, the apartment complex where Mabel lived in G City was considered one of the newer, mid-to-high-end ones, with decent security measures. Otherwise, Mabel would be worrying about a team of paparazzi staking out for a sneak shot.

At this moment, Atlas Shaw wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a simple black outfit, exuding an aura of coldness and hostility that kept people at bay.

Who would have thought that he was the film emperor Atlas Shaw? Completely different from the image he presented in public.

Even if someone found his build and facial features familiar, they’d at most think that he’s someone who "looks like" Atlas Shaw, rather than believing he’s actually Atlas Shaw.

That’s why Mabel admired Atlas Shaw’s acting skills, not just in front of the camera, but in life too, he could completely transform into a different person without seeming out of place.

However, once inside the apartment, that aura of hostility vanished, and he instantly turned into the Atlas Shaw she was familiar with, nonchalant, and a bit lazy, like a lazy yet proud cat.

"Why did you come over?" she asked.

"I finished work and thought I’d drop by," Atlas Shaw replied, "Where’s Ivy?"

"She’s already asleep," Mabel said. Kids at that age go to sleep quite early, and by 8-ish at night, the little one was drowsy and crawled into her little bed to sleep.

But before she fell asleep, the little one hadn’t forgotten to ask her mommy to open WeChat and leave a voice message for Atlas Shaw.

The little one’s childish voice called out "Shawn", expressing how much she liked Atlas Shaw and wanted more photos of him to look at. She also requested that the photos be autographed.

Atlas Shaw was quite pleased with the little one’s message, so he brought along a bunch of his photos when he came over.

Then he asked Mabel Quinn for a pen and sat down to start signing the photos.

"Where did you get all these photos?" Mabel Quinn glanced at the pile of photos, all of which were poster shots.

"I bought them at a convenience store on the way," Atlas Shaw replied.

"..." Mabel was speechless, wondering if the store owner recognized her, "Don’t take Ivy’s words too seriously, she might just take your photos to her kindergarten to give out."