“Alright, fine,” Charlie responded right away, his demeanorpletely rxed. “I can only say you’re quite remarkable for genuinely believing that artificial stone is actually jade.”


    Mr. Quinton’s irritation grew, and his face turned a shade of red as Charlie’s words struck a nerve. He pivoted to face therge group of onlookers surrounding them.


    “Mr. Zeke, Mr. Lionel, I need both of you to appraise this bracelet and confirm whether it’s authentic,” he demanded.


    The two men he addressed exchanged uneasy nces, feeling the weight of the situation. The task of determining the authenticity of an antique often puts one in a precarious position, regardless of the findings.


    “Mr. Quinton, we’re not experts in antique appraisal,” they replied hesitantly. “We can’t discern the difference.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Mr. Quinton’s anger red at their response. “Stop feeding me these ridiculous excuses! I expect an honest appraisal of the bracelet. Whether it’s genuine jade or not, I assure you, I won’t cause any trouble. But if you mislead me and an expertter proves otherwise, you’ll regret it!”


    “Please don’t be upset, Mr. Quinton,” both men said, stepping forward in rm.


    No one who operated a stall on Antique Street dared to cross Mr. Quinton. Reluctantly, the two antique dealers approached the jade bracelet for closer inspection.


    After a few tense minutes, one of the men stammered, “Mr. Quinton, what this gentleman said is urate. Your jade bracelet… the jade bracelet…”


    The man, visibly shaken, quickly added, “Your bracelet is indeed made from artificial stone, not genuine jade.”<fn4eea> Follow current nov?ls on f?ndnovel</fn4eea>


    Hearing this, Mr. Quinton’s face shifted to a sickly green before flushing with rage. It felt like a public humiliation, akin to a p in the face.


    He swallowed hard, striving to maintain hisposure. Charlie then chimed in with a smile, “Do you believe me now? I can’t believe you spent one million five hundred thousand dors on an artificial stone bracelet. Mr. Quinton, you really are quite wealthy.”


    “I misjudged this time!” Mr. Quinton replied through clenched teeth. “It’s just one million five hundred thousand dors; do you think I can’t handle a small loss? Even if my jade bracelet is a fake, the chalcedony gourd pendant is definitely real!”


    Mr. Quinton held firm in his belief about the chalcedony gourd pendant because he had already engaged an expert who confirmed it was an authentic antique from the Sui Dynasty!


    Charlie scoffed. “I’m afraid no one else could be as foolish as you! Who else would carry such a cursed item and still consider it a treasure?”


    Charlie continued, “You’re lucky you haven’t faced any dire consequences yet, keeping such a cursed object so close to you every day!”


    Mr. Quinton’s expression shifted dramatically. Having learned a lesson earlier, he was now uncertain if Charlie’s words held any truth. He could only stare at him and ask, “Why do you say that?”


    Mr. Quinton was confident as he retorted, “Isn’t this chalcedony gourd pendant a gift from the emperor to his son for hising-of-age ceremony? Anyone who invests in jade knows that the gourd shape symbolizes good fortune! You really are just a poor man who knows nothing!”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong></p“just></p“what></p“what>