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 influence

conversation, the female manager told Jenifer,

ignored her and instead

continued to dine and drink with Manuel, Wayne, and

a big bite of Archulea lobster meat and then asked Oliver quietly, “Oliver, how did

skills, but I’m pretty good at

gambling. This further boosted his confidence in their

significant amount

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

a second glance, and this young man displayed remarkable appraisal

Mr. Simmons’s arrival, and

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

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

tourism. There’s no need for someone like you, a wealthy young

aback, and her

to be friendly

three friends were furious, rushing over

do you think

you know the reputation

Miss

just sneered and replied, “We’re not thieves or robbers, so I’m not afraid

young man was unyielding, Jenifer became even more curious. She gestured for

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

that Oliver had a comfortable stay. Little did he know that Oliver

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

the meal, the four of them prepared

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