Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"If I'm not mistaken, that's a work of Michelangelo. It originally came in a pair. I previously had one of them in my collection..." The old man said. "Michelangelo?" The stall owner was stunned. "Do you mean... The originator of purple clay teapot, Michelangelo? The one from the 15th century?"

"Yes..." The old man said.

"Oh my god... Then... How much does it worth?" The stall owner's eyes were filled with shock.

"If it's really a work of Michelangelo, it'd be worth at least ten million," the old man said.

"What? Is this thing worth ten million? I sold it for 50,000. Why was I still foolishly giggling here? Am I stupid?" The stall owner felt remorseful, and he repeatedly stomped his feet in place. "Well... Yes." The old man turned around and left after saying that.

The stall owner was left fuming on his own. "D*mn! I'm really stupid!"

Meanwhile, the youngsters were thoroughly shocked. After looking at each other, they all took in a deep breath and started discussing amongst themselves-

"That thing is actually worth ten million."

"So, that pretty lady isn't stupid, but we are...'

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so amazing?" Now, they all felt deeply

stall owner felt even

he the greater fool?

too far away, he instantly ran

through the crowd. Occasionally, she would glance at the

out who made it once we remove this outer layer of encrustation," Xyla said

couldn't say too much, lest she made

was a very important

Anyway, it's definitely worth more than 50,000." Sharon was

second, young lady... Wait..." Right then, the

instantly stopped walking and turned around to look behind

did the

pushing the bodyguards behind her away. He ran up

his sweat away while he pointed at the purple clay teapot in her hands. "This... This... Give it back to me. I don't want to

the antique business that once an item was sold, it cannot be returned. Isn't

stall owner was speechless all