Save Myself From Desperation by Cara Agnes novel Chapter 253

Joseph winced, dropping that fake small bronze statue and making a beeline for the exit, desperate to scrub and disinfect his hands.

The appraisers nearby didn't bat an eye since they've handled such things before.

"Yeah, I've heard my master spill the beans before. Burying fake bronze statues in an outhouse pit is a tricky way to fake authenticity."

"Look, the rust on these two bronze statues is suspicious. None of it's natural. They're definitely knockoffs!"

"I mentioned earlier. The engravings could be bogus too. I'm on the same page, Ms. Ramos. I also think these small bronze statues are phony."

The skeptical young appraiser shot Ashley a stare, staying mum with heavy breaths and turning red-faced.

Noah turned to Tobby who was baffled, saying, "The bronze statues you've got are fake. We can't put them up for sale."

Tobby, gritting his teeth, argued, "How could they be fake?"

But StarGavel Auctions was the go-to, the real deal in the auction house game. That was why Tobby came here.

Noah grinned, subtly probing. "If you're not buying it, get someone else to take a look. Also, where'd you snag the bronze statues?"

Tobby avoided the question, growling in frustration, "Hold on. I've got another bronze statue here. I'll bring it over for you to check out."

Ashley, a bit surprised, thought, 'Another one?'

After that announcement, Tobby dashed out.

Noah looked at Ashley, respectfully asking, "Mind waiting a bit, Ms. Ramos?"

Ashley replied, "Sure."

After about half an hour, Joseph finally came back after washing his hands. Each hand was disinfected at least a hundred times, judging by the red skin.

"Ashley..." Joseph said, eyes moist. 'Oh, I am grimy. My hands are not clean,' he thought.

Ashley blinked. "It's okay. You're not the first to lay hands on it. Besides, those bronze statues have changed hands so many times. They're quite clean by now."

A nearby appraiser chuckled, "Yeah, Mr. Fox, I touched them with my hands too. Just wash and disinfect. It's no big deal."

Joseph felt a bit relieved. But he still wanted to wash his hands once again.

Soon, Tobby brought over another small bronze statue with anger and disbelief. "Give it a good look. Tell me if this is real or fake."

Noah had someone carefully place it on a nearby table.

Ashley, back in gloves, bent down and gave it a thorough once-over.

The surrounding appraisers also gathered around, eager to see.

Ashley first checked out the rust and then scrutinized the inscription carved on it, her expression suddenly turning serious.

"How's it?" Joseph asked immediately.

This time, before Ashley spoke, he wouldn't dare to touch anything at random.

Ashley stared intently at the inscription.

After a moment, Ashley turned to Noah, subtly nodding her head.

Noah was shocked. 'This is the real deal!' he thought.

Seeing that Ashley didn't immediately confirm its authenticity but instead signaled to him, Noah understood her meaning. He quietly left the private room and dialed the police.

After Noah made the call and returned, Ashley pretended to continue searching for a few more minutes.

Tobby, impatient, urged, "Why's it taking so long this time?"

Joseph, protective, retorted, "What's the rush? Whether it's real or fake, it's right here. It isn't going anywhere."

Ashley looked at it for a few more minutes before slowly speaking. "Yep, this one's the real deal."