Old Mr. Quintin quickly picked up the phone, "Vivian, when are you coming home?"

Grace replied, "In a couple of days."

"Alright, we'll be waiting for you at home!"

"Mhm, I'll hang up now!"

After ending the call, Grace thought about the girl's voice she had just heard, frowning slightly. She had previously spoken to her father on the phone, suggesting that the girl undergo verification first. However, her father insisted she come home and do it in person this time.

She understood her father's intentions. Considering she hadn't visited home in many years, a touch of emotion stirred within her. Therefore, she accepted the invitation to be a guest at the cultural festival, wanting to return home for a visit.

Suddenly, her phone rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was her assistant.

"Grace, we've run into a bit of trouble at the art exhibition. Can you come back?" her assistant asked, clearly worried.

"What happened?" Grace inquired, frowning.

"One of the paintings in the gallery has been called out as a forgery," her assistant explained.

"What?" Grace stood up abruptly.

After a brief conversation, Grace said, "I'll come back tonight. Try to manage the situation until then."

"Got it!"

notified the cultural festival organizers about her sudden change of plans due to an emergency. The festival organizers, sensing her urgency, didn't hesitate to facilitate her

emergency and that she couldn't take her to the festival the next

*

and after leaving the coffee shop, they

a touch of disappointment about Grace leaving, she sent a

for years. We haven't met much, but there's a warm

added, "She's a

and

immediately but instead chose to soak

with its century-old architecture, seemed even more

The riverside was illuminated

brilliantly with colorful lights

off the

sounds of

people traveled miles just to experience the New Year vibe in this

local pastries, took a

tightly, but Gabriel lifted Sylvia onto his

participated

Sylvia cut

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