In response, the young man chuckled, covering his mouth out of politeness. But it was such a funny incident that he couldn't stop smiling.

Vincent was so ashamed of his blunder. How could he suddenly blurt out his ulterior motive for trying to turn this girl into his disciple?

“Anthony, stop laughing. You haven't tasted the dishes she makes, so you don't know how sensational her cooking is! Ha! I'm sure if you try it, you'll fall for her. Oh, speaking of which... Are you still single?

How about I introduce you to my disciple? I swear you won't regret BS

Hearing this, Anthony let out a bitter smile and politely declined, "No, thanks. Grandpa has already arranged someone for me to marry."

Vincent was stunned, unable to believe what he just heard. "What? But I heard that you and your grandfather had a falling out. He even deprived you of the right to be his heir, right? So, what's this engagement still for?"

Falling out. Anthony thought that it was a much better term.

He simply smiled, mot showing any sign of frustration or disappointment .

Out of nowhere, Vincent asked in a serious tone, “Anthony, do you believe in destiny? All my life, I was trying to find a qualified successor. I almost gave up and thought that it was futile. But during the most unexpected situation, I met her! Can you believe that our encounter happened because I was in an accident on the mountain? I'm telling you! This is fate!"

"An accident on the mountain, huh?"

Anthony repeatedly in a low voice, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Yes! If that's not destiny, I don't know what is!"

After a few more minutes of conversation, Anthony deemed it was time to say goodbye. As he left, he took a jade Buddha statue with him. It was one of Vincent's most famous works and actually the main purpose of his visit.

Soon, Anthony returned to the Wilson family's house in Sheffield.

As soon as he entered the huge mansion, he ran into his uncle, Raymond Wilson, who was currently in charge of all the affairs of the Wilson family.

Upon seeing Anthony sitting in his electric wheelchair, a hint of sarcasm and condescension flashed across Raymond's face.

"Oh, Anthony. You're back already. Is that the birthday gift you're going to give to your grandfather? What do you have ther—"

Raymond's voice disappeared when he saw the jade Buddha statue. The smug smile on his face also vanished, and all that remained was utter surprise.

“Is that... the famous Buddha statue made by Vincent himself? H-how...

How'd you manage to obtain it?"

However, Anthony didn't seem to be in the mood for idle chitchat. "Yes, it is. Now, please excuse me."

Right after answering the question, Anthony directly ended the conversation and left.

Raymond was left there, watching his nephew's receding figure while his eyes were filled with burning jealousy.

“Bah!" Raymond mocked in disdain. "Dad has completely given up on him, but he still doesn't want to give up. Does he think he can make everything alright again just by getting his hands on Vincent's work?

Dream on!"