Frank couldn’t resist asking, “Master Merrill, could you have made a mistake? Since you claim this shattered star jade Buddha is a rare treasure, one-of-a-kind in the whole world, do you really think it would appear here?”
Master Merrill was about to blow up in anger, considering that he had never misjudged an item in his entire life. Wasn’t Frank’s question a direct challenge to his skills?
However, seeing Russell spitting blood from rage, he felt a twinge of guilt and hesitated, “Well… Mr. Duncan makes sense. Perhaps I was mistaken after all.”
“After all, I’ve never seen a real star jade before.”
He truly didn’t want to upset Russell any further. What if the old man ended up having a heart attack because of this?
“Of course.” Frank’s lips curled into a slight smirk. How could this loser possibly possess such a treasure?
As for Villa One, Quentin must have stolen the key or it was given by Raphael Rogers.
Little did he expect Quentin to show up to the banquet flaunting the key, only to make a fool out of himself.
Just the thought of it made Frank grit his teeth in frustration. He couldn’t bear to swallow this humiliation!
Master Merrill sighed as if lamenting the shattering of a precious artifact. After bidding goodbye, he left. If this item truly turned out to be the legendary star jade Buddha…
It would be invaluable!
Breaking it would be a loss for the entire world!
“Let’s get Father to the hospital first.” Maverick and the others were anxious.
They hastily rushed the old man to the hospital, concluding the banquet with such a bizarre ending.
Meanwhile, as Charlotte left the villa area, she called Quentin, “Where are you?”
“The Holland family.”
“I’ll come over, we need to talk.” Her voice carried a sense of urgency.
“Alright.”
She noticed a hint of desolation in Quentin’s voice.
Seeing Quentin hang up the phone, Sylvia poured him a cup of tea and teased, “Having a quarrel with the sister-in-law? What’s going on?”
Quentin took a sip of tea and replied nonchalantly, “Don’t worry about it.”
“Hmph!” Sylvia snorted, noticing his sour mood, and refrained from bothering him further.
Half an hour later, Charlotte arrived at the Holland family’s doorstep and entered confidently.
“Sister-in-law.” Sylvia greeted Charlotte respectfully upon seeing her.
Charlotte nodded shyly in response.
“Sit.” Quentin poured her a cup of tea, his expression impassive.
Charlotte sat down and placed the key in front of him, asking, “This key is actually real?”
Quentin chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Didn’t you try it yourself? Do you need me to confirm it?”
“Georgia used it to open the door, wanting to embarrass me, but unexpectedly, the key was genuine.”
She gazed earnestly at him and asked, “How did you get the key? Explain.”
“I told you the truth, but do you believe me?” Quentin shook his head, “You don’t actually want to hear the truth; you want to hear what you want to hear.”
Charlotte locked eyes with him, interjecting, “This villa is worth hundreds of millions, and the original owner is Raphael…”
Quentin smiled faintly, “He gave it to me. Do you believe me?”
“Well…” Charlotte suppressed her anger, “I want to hear the truth. You two only met once; why would he gift you a villa?”
“Do you think those big bosses are fools? Or do you think I’m a pushover, easy to deceive?”
Quentin chuckled lightly, finishing his tea in one gulp. “See, I was right. You claim to want the truth, but you automatically assume I’m lying!”
“So what truth are you seeking? As long as you find it reasonable, it doesn’t matter.”
“Just assume I stole or snatched this key, as it fits your perception of me.”
“You…” Charlotte was incensed by his attitude and slammed the key on the table, “I don’t want your things!”
“Quentin, return this item immediately, or trouble arises, Raphael Rogers is not someone to mess with!”
After dropping those words, she suppressed her rage and left without a second glance.
Quentin examined the key before him, picked it up, smiled, and with a snap, crushed the key to pieces…
Is the truth really that important?
In her eyes, it seemed like he was always a good-for-nothing.