It was well known that Vincent didn't have any disciples.

But now, common knowledge seemed to be far from the truth. In fact, Vincent seemed to have already found a successor and even prepared his will.

If Maria inherited Vincent's wealth, she would become one of the top 100 female billionaires in the country overnight.

“What disciple? Didn't I refuse you for the ninety-ninth time Last month? I am not your disciple," Maria corrected him calmly.

"I've given you advice on how to carve. How can you not take me as your master?”

No one would believe that Vincent Geoffrey, an international master of jade carvings and a famous expert in the industry, was actually a big fan of various emojis during online chatting.

He sent three different angry emojis to protest Maria‘s refusal to call herself his disciple.

“Advice? We were just discussing the matter, weren't we?"

Maria retorted.

"You were just an injured old man I picked up from a ditch in the mountains. At that time, I was kind enough to let you stay at my house and recuperate, but you didn't leave even after your injury was healed, and overstayed your welcome by more than half a year. Speaking of which, when are you going to pay me back all the medical and food expenses?”

Vincent was a little embarrassed. “It's because you cook so well!" he protested.

Maria rolled her eyes. “So you're saying it's actually my fault?”

It wasn't really a secret that Vincent liked to travel to various places to look for inspiration. In fact, remote towns were his favorite among them.

One time, he happened to stumble upon a mountain near the town where Maria lived. Unfortunately, he got in an accident. He fell down and was injured in the process. Luckily for him, Maria was passing by, so she was able to save him.

“Ugh! I just can't catch a break..."

After being blatantly rejected again, Vincent could only sigh deeply and complain loudly.

“What's wrong? Did something happen to you?"

At this time, a guest was sighted in Vincent's house, which was a rare occasion.

“Let me guess... You have been rejected again, haven't you?" The young guest wore a playful smile and seemed to know Vincent very well. He was able to directly point out what was making him this gloomy.

In low spirits, Vincent looked at his guest with a frustrated look. "My dear disciple doesn't want to accept me as her master. Do you know how sad that makes me feel?"

The young guest, who was sitting in a wheelchair, shook his head lightly but remained silent. He actually wanted to say that she couldn't be Vincent's disciple if she was yet to accept him as her master. But of course, the young man didn't want to rub more salt into his friend's wounds.

In fact, he would often hear Vincent talk about this person.

But whenever he took the initiative to ask further about her, Vincent was always unwilling to reveal more information. Even her name remained unknown.

Vincent continued, "I am a Lonely old man and she is an orphan. It's the perfect setup for both of us. If she agrees to be my disciple, I can Legally take her under my wing and bring her home. Then, I will let her cook for me every day- Ehem! I mean... I will let her learn jade carvings from me every day."

The moment Vincent realized that his tongue slipped, his face turned bright red. He tried to correct himself, but his guest had already heard what he said loud and clear.