I Spy With My Secret Eyes

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.”

well the power and influence of Jenifer’s family. She was in no position

was made, and after a quick conversation, the female manager told Jenifer, “Miss Woods, Mr. Simmons said he’ll rush back right away. Please

instead glanced at

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

Archulea lobster meat and then asked Oliver quietly, “Oliver, how did you… just glance at it and know the wine

“Don’t you know what I’m good at? I might not have any other skills, but I’m pretty good at appraisals. No matter what it is, I can tell if it’s

gave a hearty “Oh” and remembered Oliver’s talent in stone gambling. This further boosted his confidence in their upcoming venture of gambling on wood, expecting substantial profits.

few million dollars was no longer a significant amount of money because Oliver could easily earn hundreds of millions

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 spotlight and thought

didn’t spare her a second glance, and this young man displayed remarkable appraisal skills.

for Mr. Simmons’s arrival, and Jenifer’s three friends were somewhat at a loss.

eating and drinking, seemingly unaware

some contemplation, Jenifer decided to approach Oliver and said, “Hello,

casually responded, “We’re here for tourism. There’s no need for someone like you, a wealthy young lady, to get to know us.”

face showed a

friendly was

friends were furious,

do you think you are?

you know the reputation of the

our Miss Woods. You’ll regret

replied, “We’re not thieves or robbers, so I’m not afraid of anyone.”

even more curious. She gestured

meal, was exhilarated. Oliver had indeed proven himself to be a talented

he know that Oliver would earn such a substantial amount of money just from their dinner. Perhaps the money he just made even could cover the cost of their stay in

neatly, as if a gust of wind swept away the last remnants of clouds. Manuel and Oliver, on the other hand, were less concerned with

the meal, the four of them prepared to return to

stopping Oliver and said, “Let’s chat