“Amateur!”

Tony loathed the proposal.

“Carbon-dating isn’t a foolproof method, yet you want a machine to do the appraisal. What a joke! Regardless if you’re using carbon-14 or thermoluminescence, none of these could beat the naked eye.”

Casper smirked at Tony’s admonishment. “You are right. Scientific appraisals have loopholes, but we wouldn’t know the difference till there is a comparison.”

The two men scoffed. “Stop pretending to be an expert. Now, return the jar to us! You can’t afford to pay if you break it?”

Casper laughed. “But I can. Let’s play a game. If the jar is genuine, I will pay you double the final bidding price at the fair.”

“What? You? Look at shabby attire. Where are you going to find the money if you can’t even afford a shard from the jar?”

Doubt filled Victoria’s mind as the men mocked Casper. She was impressed with his gut feel. However, his evaluations on the two items made no sense. Her interests were at stake because the vase and jar were finale items at the auction.

Tony pounded the table with his fist. “This is preposterous! Do you think you can act impudently because you’re rich? I don’t care about your finance. You owe us an explanation for claiming the jar to be a fake.”

He set the jar down and asked, “Mr. Lane, can you lend me your high-definition magnifying glass?”

Tony took one out of his toolbox reluctantly and gave Casper.

He felt a sense of familiarity during the examination. It felt different from the genuine antiques he had at home, more like the high-quality forgeries produced by his mentor.

Could this be one of his works?

was certain the enamel

to hone his skills. Over time, he knew every piece like the back

doubts. Pretending to smash

worried expressions confirmed his

had hired Mr. Crane, who was once a famous master forger, to mentor

made him public enemy number one in the world of antiques. Some loved him, while others hated him. His

hired him to be Casper’s mentor. The man imparted everything about appraising antiques to his student. However, he never taught

replica that could pass as the

one of

became the director of the National Museum while the

a master forger to leave his trademark on his work. Mr. Crane would carve a pin-sized crane camouflaged amongst

“Bingo!”

found the forger’s signature hidden in a bird’s-eye. The galloping fawn was barely

workmanship is ingenious!” He smiled at Tony, who felt

what did

Lane, I wonder if you have heard of a legend in the

Mr. Crane? I heard his workmanship

at the sellers and smirked. “These men couldn’t find

jar and the

saw a fawn hidden in

his competency in the field, Tony was clueless about the origin

stunned. The consultant was a well-respected

apprentice named Mr. Buck. I believe he is continuing his mentor’s practice when he

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