When She Unveils Identities

When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 291

Chapter 291 Yes, I Don’t Have Money

Shirley felt strange about it, but she had not done her business yet, she could only ignore it.

Under Irving’s lead, she smoothly passed through the Sutor Wharf and arrived at the famous Crimson Pawnshop, which was located in the center of the downstream.

“This is the legendary Crimson Pawnshop. It looks so ordinary!”

Shirley stood outside the pawnshop and looked up at the signboard, directly commenting.

This pawnshop looked like a courtyard house. It looked too normal and did not match the style of the Sutor

Wharf at all, because it seemed too simple.

It was incredible that such an ordinary place hid so many treasures and terrified the outside world so much.

Irving turned around and smiled. “You are right. The Crimson Pawnshop is actually just an ordinary place.

People like you tend to deify it. No, it is stigmatized. It is not as terrifying as people say. All in all, it is just a

place for trading.”

“That’s true. But this place is a grey zone. No matter whether it is legal or illegal, everything can be a pawn as

long as it is valuable. Even human lives can be a pawn. This place is already notorious. Don’t you think so?”

What made the Crimson Pawnshop so terrifying was that this place was beyond the law. If the pledger

wanted to pawn his precious thing for someone else’s life in exchange, as long as his thing was chosen by

the Crimson Pawnshop, the Crimson Pawnshop would help him take the lives of others.

“Crimson Pawnshop sounds like hell in your mouth. Actually, according to Mr. Quintin, the Crimson

Pawnshop is not hell but a house of mercy.”

“What?”

“Think about it. When you are at the end of your rope, you can give us what you cherish most to exchange for something to solve your urgent need. Once you become stronger enough and pay a great cost, you can still redeem your beloved item. If you can’t redeem it back, then it is not your most beloved item yet. If you can’t force out all your potential, how can you blame the Crimson Pawnshop for being cruel? Do you think I’m. right?”

“This is…”

Shirley rubbed her chin, thinking that his words seemed to make sense.

Because it was also why she chose to make this deal with the Crimson Pawnshop.

Because Shirley was confident that she could redeem it back in the future!

“Mr. Rowland, you are back.”

A beautiful shop assistant in a dress standing at the door greeted Irving respectfully.

“Sure.”

Irving nodded and led Shirley into the Crimson Pawnshop.

Only after entering did Shirley see this place’s layout.

This house covered a large area and looked antique. Actually, it looked more like a museum. There were

countless treasures displayed in a row of small rooms.

But Shirley was not in the mood to admire the treasures. She followed behind Irving and asked, “Are you

bringing me to see Mr. Quintin now?”

“Oh, no. I’m just giving you a tour of the Crimson Pawnshop. I’m going to show you the scale of the pawnshop

and how rich we are.”

Irving said seriously and looked quite proud.

He collected many of these treasures after visiting all around the world. They were more like his medals, and

he always wanted to show them to every visitor. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Shirley was speechless for a moment. She gritted her teeth and said, “We can have a tour another day.

Please take me to see Mr. Quintin first. It’s urgent.”

“It doesn’t work like this. Mr. Quintin is very busy. He has a lot of business affairs to deal with and I never

know his whereabouts. I don’t know when he will come back and when he will leave…”

Irving spread his hands helplessly. Seeing the fierce look on Shirley’s face, he said, “But you can try your luck and wait for him in the inside room. He has been coming back quite often recently. Maybe you can see him

later.”

Shirley clenched her fists and restrained herself from beating him. “Really? Thank you!”

So she might not be able to meet this mysterious boss tonight. Then why did Irving bring her here in such a hurry? Did he just want to show her the treasures?

The beautiful shop assistant, Julia Holzman, suddenly whispered, “Mr. Rowland, Mr. Quintin is back, but he is indeed busy. He said that he didn’t want to be disturbed if there was no emergency.”

“Really? That’s great!”

Irving’s eyes lit up, and he asked, “Where is Mr. Quintin? What is he busy with? Did he find some treasure

again?”

“Well, he is in the kitchen. It seems like… He is cooking.”

Julia smiled awkwardly.

“Cooking?”

Shirley cursed in her heart. She looked at Irving and said, “So this is Mr. Quintin who is busy dealing with business affairs every day.”

“Maybe…”

Irving was also confused. Then, an idea occurred to him. “Maybe Mr. Quintin found a particularly precious

pot!”

Shirley was speechless.

Before she came, she thought that the Crimson Pawnshop was hell filled with devils. Only after she came did she realize that these people were a bunch of comedians. Even their boss, Mr. Quintin, who was known as Midnight Ghost, was out of his mind. He was actually busy cooking in the kitchen in the middle of the night!

“It’s good that he is here. I’ll tell him that you are here. Please wait in the living room with Julia for a moment.”

“Alright.”

Shirley nodded and followed Julia to the living room.

Irving went to the kitchen in the backyard and heard some noise, accompanied by a man’s curse.

“Damn it! Why is this beef so hard? It’s like a fucking stone!”

In addition to the crackling sound, Irving also saw the thick smoke rising up to the sky and smelled

something burnt.

Irving carefully said, “Mr. Quintin, maybe you should turn off the stove first.”

Then, with a loud bang, the tall man was so shocked that he dropped the shovel in his hand.

Mr. Quintin turned to look at Irving. He wore a mask on his face, and under the mask was an angular face.

“Who let you in? You ruined my beef!”

Irving felt wronged and explained, “I came in for quite a while. You were too focused on cooking. I called you

but you did not listen. Also, your beef is ruined because you are not a good cook. How could you blame me

for that?

“Mr. Quintin, what happened recently? Why did you suddenly get interested in cooking? Did you find some

treasure pot or some treasure shovel? You know what, you are really not a cook. You should give up..”

“Shut up!”

Mr. Quintin felt embarrassed and interrupted. Her jawline looked more chiseled as he raised his chin and

asked, “What do you want?”

“Here’s this thing. I happened to run into a woman today. I could tell that she was not an ordinary person

before she got a special vibe. She said that she wanted to see you and that she had something good for us.

Would you like to meet her? Are you available now?”

“No!”

Mr. Quintin simply refused.

He hadn’t learned to cook this dish yet. Bennett would definitely not be satisfied.

“But that woman is not ordinary. She said her name is Shirley…”

“Where is she? I’ll go see her.”

Mr. Quintin sounded cold and had already stepped out of the kitchen.