The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: The Appraisal Begins! He Believes in Estelle Lockwood

A socialite by Noelle Lockwood’s side began to lecture condescendingly.

"It’s only natural that Miss Yara Lockwood doesn’t know about the Jade Pavilion. After all, it’s always been exclusively for high society."

"The Jade Pavilion has been in business for ten years and has an impeccable reputation. They’ve never sold a single fake. Plus, they’re backed by one of Capital City’s century-old prominent families!"

"Yara Lockwood, you’re actually claiming the Jade Pavilion sells fakes? Haha, that’s hilarious!"

Noelle Lockwood listened and laughed as well. "Yara, you might not know this, but the manager of the Jade Pavilion branch is here today, and he brought a distinguished guest. If you’re not convinced, why don’t we have the manager appraise it on the spot?"

Iris Sloan’s brow furrowed. ’This won’t do. What if this gets out of hand—’

She quickly turned to look at Nathaniel Sloan, wanting him to step in and stop it, but saw Nathaniel Sloan shake his head at her.

Iris Sloan froze. ’What does that mean? Nathaniel isn’t going to stop this? But...’

Nathaniel Sloan’s pale eyes remained calm, but... he just inexplicably trusted Estelle Lockwood. He knew how much Estelle Lockwood cared for her aunt and would never give her a fake.

Estelle Lockwood nodded. "Alright."

The crowd gasped. This Yara Lockwood was truly stubborn, refusing to back down until it was too late.

First, she questioned whether the Jade Pavilion sold fakes, and now she was agreeing to an appraisal! Everyone knew the Jade Pavilion’s appraiser had a terrible temper!

This was exactly what Noelle Lockwood wanted. She curled her lips and, feigning helplessness, said to a nearby servant, "Go and invite Mr. Carter from the Jade Pavilion and Mr. Morgan over."

Mr. Morgan was that master appraiser.

Soon, Mr. Carter came over with a stern expression. "Miss Noelle, I heard someone is questioning whether an antique sold by my Jade Pavilion is a fake?"

This Mr. Carter dealt with the powerful and influential of high society all year round.

His connections were vast, and many people knew him. Because of the century-old prominent family behind him, everyone showed him a great deal of respect.

Seeing his displeased expression, everyone thought Yara Lockwood was in for it.

Noelle Lockwood smiled and said, "Yes. Yara also has a Purple Sun Mountain Residence Painting in her hands, but as you know, I just bought the Purple Sun Mountain Residence Painting from you a few days ago, so..."

Mr. Carter became furious upon hearing this. "What a joke! How can a Purple Sun Mountain Residence Painting bought from somewhere else even compare to the one from our shop! We have professional appraisers and never sell fakes!"

Noelle Lockwood sighed. "That’s true, but Yara... Mr. Carter, please don’t be angry. Yara is just having a hard time accepting that she bought a fake. I heard Mr. Morgan is here as well, so I was hoping to ask him to appraise it on the spot, to help Yara face reality."

"Hmph!" Mr. Carter snorted coldly. The more he looked at this woman named Yara, the more he disliked her.

He had been the branch manager for ten years and had never met someone like this!

"Fine! Then let’s shatter her delusions!"

After speaking, Mr. Carter looked fawningly at the man beside him. "Mr. Morgan, we’ll have to trouble you then."

Estelle Lockwood looked up.

She had never met this manager or this Mr. Morgan before.

But she had heard of Mr. Morgan’s name.

He was the professional appraiser her older brother had hired. His fame was widespread, reaching even beyond the country’s borders. He was said to have an infallible eye. When appraising calligraphy and paintings, he would also take into account the era of the work and other details.

For example, there was once a piece of calligraphy and painting rumored to be over a thousand years old, but the paper looked brand new. Everyone else thought it was a fake, but Mr. Morgan could tell with a single glance that the ancient artwork had been preserved in a dry tomb.

Mr. Morgan looked to be in his early forties, with the serious demeanor of a scholar.

Two seemingly identical copies of the Purple Sun Mountain Residence Painting were laid out on a table.

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