I Spy With My Secret Eyes

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Jenifer was left dumbfounded. She might not believe Oliver’s words, but she absolutely trusted Mr. Cole!

In the appraisal world in the Southern area, Mr. Cole was a prominent figure. His status had reached a level where if he declared a counterfeit as genuine, no one would doubt its authenticity.

Likewise, if Mr. Cole claimed a genuine item to be fake, there was no doubt that it would be considered counterfeit.

In the southern area, Mr. Cole’s appraisals were considered a law unto themselves.

Certainly not to say that Mr. Cole would genuinely misidentify a fake as real or vice versa. His eye for detail and expertise were unparalleled, and his appraisals had always been infallible.

What astonished Jenifer even more was Mr. Cole’s statement that the definitive results would only come after the chemical analysis process, which would take approximately 12 hours

Mr. Cole’s initial appraisal was just based on a visual assessment.

But how did that seemingly young man know that the three bottles were counterfeits with just a quick look? He didn’t even

touch the wine.

Did Oliver collude with the manager of this hotel to scam Jenifer?

No, that didn’t make sense.

Jenifer immediately dismissed the idea. If it were a scam orchestrated between them, why would Oliver expose it right there

and then?

Exposing the scam meant Jenifer wouldn’t fall for it, so that didn’t add up.

Jenifer shot another glance at the female manager, whose face turned pale. The manager was panicking and hastily assured Jenifer, and then said, “Miss Woods, I absolutely wouldn’t deceive you, truly, I wouldn’t dare… I’ll call Mr. Simmons right away. He’s the one who acquired this wine.”

remained silent, but the female manager was nearly trembling. She knew well the power and influence of

told Jenifer, “Miss Woods, Mr. Simmons said he’ll rush back right away. Please wait a moment.”

and instead

her and continued to dine and drink with Manuel, Wayne,

and then asked Oliver quietly, “Oliver, how

“Don’t you know what I’m good at? I might not have any other skills, but I’m pretty good at appraisals. No

talent in stone gambling. This further boosted his confidence in their upcoming venture of gambling

dollars was no longer a significant amount of money

only beautiful but also talented. Growing up in the wealthy Woods family, she was always the center of attention, which fostered her domineering personality. She was accustomed to being in the

didn’t spare her a second glance, and this young

anxiously waited for Mr. Simmons’s arrival, and

the others continued eating and drinking, seemingly unaware of the

and said, “Hello,

no need for someone like you, a wealthy

was taken aback, and her face showed

friendly was coldly rebuffed.

of a sudden, Jenifer’s three friends were furious, rushing

do you think you are? So

know

offended our Miss Woods. You’ll regret

thieves or robbers, so I’m not afraid

that this young man was unyielding, Jenifer became even more curious. She gestured for her friends to calm down

indeed proven himself to be a

from this meal alone was a pleasant surprise for Manuel. He had booked the presidential suite to ensure that Oliver had a comfortable stay. Little did he know that Oliver would earn such a substantial amount of money just from their dinner. Perhaps the money he just made even

clouds. Manuel and Oliver, on the other hand, were less concerned with etiquette, focusing on getting

them prepared to return to their rooms.

couldn’t resist stopping Oliver and said, “Let’s chat for a

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