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 of Jenifer’s family. She was in no

call was made, and after a quick conversation, the female manager told Jenifer, “Miss

ignored her and instead glanced

couldn’t be bothered with her and continued to dine and drink with Manuel, Wayne, and

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

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

in stone gambling. This further boosted his confidence in their upcoming

amount of money because Oliver could easily earn hundreds of millions

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

glance, and this young man displayed remarkable appraisal skills.

waited for Mr. Simmons’s arrival, and Jenifer’s three friends were

others continued eating and

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

casually responded, “We’re here for tourism. There’s no need for someone like you,

was taken aback, and her face showed

be friendly was coldly

sudden, Jenifer’s three friends were furious, rushing over

think you are? So

with your attitude? Don’t you know the

Miss

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

more curious. She gestured for her friends to calm down and then quietly returned to

exhilarated. Oliver had indeed proven himself to be a talented individual, not merely a

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 could cover

ate their meals swiftly and neatly, as if a gust of wind swept away the last remnants of clouds. Manuel and Oliver, on the

them prepared to return

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