Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Meanwhile, the couple with the hair in buns were also stunned. The two of them looked as if they had been frozen in place. They felt nothing but shock!

"Pablo Picasso... His real work! I can't believe I'd be able to see a real work of Pablo Picasso while I'm still alive!" The man with the hair in a bun murmured to himself. While he stared at the painting of a deity, he couldn't help but take a few steps forward...

"That's right... I really can't believe it..." Mr. Warren was now close to tears.

"Ms. Quest, this painting can be sold for at least six to seven billion... In fact, at a higher range, even eight billion is possible... Pablo Picasso's works cost a fortune... As long as you're willing to sell it, people would spend any amount to buy it," Clarence Steele looked at Xyla Quest and said.

Mr. Warren felt that he was being suffocated yet again.

In the next second, he raised his hand and slapped himself twice. "Sh*t! I'm a fool!"

After saying that, he stomped his foot on the ground.

"Mr. Warren... There's a rule in antique trading that things sold can't be returned. You can't regret your decision," Clarence added.

didn't say a thing. Instead, he looked helplessly at the real work

close brush with a few billion dollars! You just had a close

secretly happy about it... I thought I had bumped into a pig that I could slaughter... It turns out that I'm that pig... A dumb pig!"

really was going mad. He was about to have a mental

the past

that cost a few hundred thousand dollars. He didn't feel too bad about those

But now...

would he still need to run an antique store? He could go on vacation

in Atlantis with a few billion

able to tell that there's something fishy about this bronze

"Perhaps, the same way you did... I felt that the bronze mirror had an unusual thickness, and the size was also unusual. It felt as if something was hidden inside..." Clarence said. Xyla's smile widened. "Clarence, you

one with the poorest judgment... Oh my

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