I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chatper 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.”

but the female manager was nearly trembling. She knew well the power and

the female manager told Jenifer, “Miss Woods, Mr. Simmons

her and instead glanced at

with her and continued to

bite of Archulea lobster meat and then asked Oliver quietly, “Oliver, how did you… just glance at it and

at? I might not have any other skills, but I’m pretty good at

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

few million dollars was no longer a significant amount of money because Oliver

was always the center of attention, which fostered her domineering personality. She was accustomed to being in the spotlight and thought the world

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

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

table, Oliver and the others continued eating and drinking, seemingly

Jenifer decided to approach Oliver and said, “Hello, I’m Jenifer. May I ask who you

for someone like you, a wealthy young

aback, and her face showed a

to be friendly was

were furious,

do you think you

with your attitude? Don’t you know

Miss Woods.

“We’re not thieves or robbers, so I’m not afraid of

Jenifer became even more curious. She gestured for her friends to calm down and

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

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

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

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