Leonardo da Vinci? He's undoubtedly one of the most famous painters in history. Even with money, his paintings are practically unobtainable now. Mr. Davis and Mr. Taylor's attention was immediately drawn to the painting on the phone. Emily finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking she had escaped the awkwardness, but then she nearly choked on her drink in surprise again. "My goodness!!! This painting looks authentic! Let me see it…" Emily watched Mr. Davis, his eyes shining, and then glanced at the water stains on her dress, sighing softly. With or without Nathan, this dinner was destined to be disrupted. Mr. Davis moved closer, sitting very near to Mr. Satan. His eyes were red with emotion, "This painting…" "Is it real?" "I'm ninety percent sure it's authentic," Mr. Davis almost cried, "I never thought I'd see an original one painted by da Vinci." Mr. Satan smiled as he put his phone away, "If you'd like to see it, I'll have the painting sent to your home tomorrow." Mr. Davis, excited, grabbed his hand, "Really? Can you lend it to me for a while? I promise to take good care of it, no damage or stains at all!" Compared to Mr. Davis's excitement, Mr. Satan remained calm, as if he had anticipated this reaction and had everything under control: "Of course, consider the painting a gift from me. Da Vinci's works are too rare; I'm not an expert and don't appreciate them as much. It would be better in your care." Mr. Davis's hands trembled with excitement. He stood up to toast Mr. Satan, "Thank you so much." "No need to thank me. A painting needs to be appreciated to have value." The clinking of their glasses rang out crisply. Mr. Davis drank it all in one gulp and patted the table, "You and Nathan are the same age, but you're worlds apart." Mr. Taylor added, "Mr. Satan is also very good to his girlfriend." "Right, Emily, your choice is impressive. My earlier words were a bit hasty. The luckiest thing in life is to meet someone who truly loves you." "Mr. Davis," Mr. Satan interjected, "the artifacts found on Nathan's land are of global significance. I think we should dig deeper. Many treasures might still be buried underground, waiting to be discovered." Mr. Davis, a bit tipsy but still clear-headed, agreed, "You're right. We should conduct a thorough search!" Mr. Taylor became anxious, "What about my land…" Mr. Satan smiled, "Mr. Taylor, your land is too far, and it's all granite underneath. There's probably nothing there. Isn't that right, Mr. Davis?" "Correct. It seems Mr. Taylor's land won't yield anything valuable." Mr. Davis looked a bit regretful. Having achieved his goal, Mr. Satan smiled and stopped speaking. After dinner, Mr. Satan and Emily saw Mr. Taylor and Mr. Davis off. Despite Nathan's departure, everyone else was in high spirits. Mr. Davis was thrilled with the da Vinci painting. Mr. Taylor didn't have to worry about his project being halted. Mr. Taylor watched Mr. Davis's car leave but didn't get in his own car immediately. He turned back to look at Emily, his gaze lingering on Mr. Satan, "Mr. Satan, you've helped me so much. Saying thank you seems insufficient, but I still need to say it." Mr. Satan, holding Emily, spoke softly, "Emily has told me how much you've taken care of her since childhood. This is the least I can do." Mr. Taylor sighed, "My daughter Olivia has known Emily since they were children. I watched Emily grow up. Her family situation was complicated, and she took on a lot at a young age. She's a very prideful person, and if I offered her money, she wouldn't accept it. So I could only find her some easy part-time jobs. I didn't help much, really." Emily was surprised. So, all those easy part-time jobs she got were thanks to Mr. Taylor? And even her job with Jackson was introduced by the Taylor family… Mr. Satan seemed to know this already and nodded with a smile, "If you ever need anything, let me know. I'll help as much as I can." Mr. Taylor waved his hand, "You sold me that land at a low price and helped me deal with Nathan. Once my shopping center is built, it'll make a lot of money. What more could I ask for? I'm truly grateful.""This is what you deserve. Without you and Olivia's care, Emily's life would have been much harder." "My daughter likes Emily a lot. But she's not as capable as Emily. I often worry about her." Mr. Satan had a different perspective, "Olivia is doing quite well at Starlight Entertainment. She has great insights into artist and fanbase management and could become a famous agent in the future." "You think Emily is excellent, so you think her friends are too!" Mr. Taylor smiled wryly, "Let's not talk about this. I'll go home now. Emily, you're welcome to visit us anytime. You like fish, right? Come over this weekend; our chef is very good at cooking fish!"