Quinn casually swirled the remaining ice in his glass.
"Do you remember that little prophecy I gave you a while back?"
Andres's memory was flawless.
"No debts from the past life means no meeting in this one. If you meet now, a debt is owed."
Back when he first heard that phrase at The Imperial, Andres hadn't grasped its deeper meaning.
Looking back at it now, everything clicked into place.
It made him painfully aware that his marriage to Maeve was written in the stars.
He was immensely grateful to fate for orchestrating their paths to cross in a world full of billions.
"Don't worry, Mr. Hayes. I'll cherish her."
He assumed Quinn would keep digging into the topic.
But instead, Quinn completely shifted gears. "Have you been looking for someone recently, Mr. Andres?"
Andres gave him a calculating look, trying to gauge his angle.
He was looking for someone: the master he had encountered overseas.
Calling him a 'master' was a bit of a stretch in terms of age, though—the man looked to be in his early thirties, barely older than Andres himself.
But his abilities were so ungodly that Andres revered him as a mentor.
Quinn chuckled at Andres's defensive posture.
"Relax, I'm not the enemy. I'm just giving you some friendly advice."
"Stop wasting your time on dead ends."
"If that person doesn't want to be found, you could spend ten lifetimes searching and still come up empty."
Andres was genuinely surprised.
"You know who I'm looking for?"
Quinn gave a cryptic smile.
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