The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Fortune 12

Chapter 12

"Do you the those coins? Jordan frowned slightly.

"You can't really call those antiques, right? If you are a fan of these things, thave quite a few antique items and paintings at home that I can give to you." Madison fixed her game on the case of antique coins. She asked the stall owner, who had a navy-colored cap on, "How much are you selling them for?" The owner rested in a rocking chair and fanned himselt with a hand fan. He gave of the impression of someone with no materialistic destres, yet his response was the exact opposite

Five million dollars"

Jordan snapped even before Madison could say anything, "That's daylight robbery! How is it at worth five million dollars? We're not buying it!"

Madison said as soon as he finished "Pay him

Jordan was rendered speechless by her reply.

"Ms. Madison, that. He pointed at the case of antique coins. "That box of coins is worth five million dollars?"

On the other hand, the owner stood up and lowered his hand the "have some top-grade bronze cons in stock. Would you like to see them, misg?"

Madison closed the lid of the case and picked it up from the floor "Yes."

Then, she followed the owner to the store behind them

walk away,

colns

It was jordam's first time seeing

the store, Jordan quickly noticed how they were selling unique products in there, such as grave goods, talisman papers, and cinnbar. A red flag with black letters embroidered on it was hung on

wooden case that was placed underneath a closet. He

case of coins is the same as the one

picked up a coin and examined it bristly "Alright. I'll take them

her gaze

a moment before taking a card from his pocket He held the card out. "I'm paying with this card.

and took

it was done, the owner grinned broadly at Madison. "Come to my shopagan if you need anything else, miss. I guarantee my products

very penny you spend."

out

Madison accepted it. "Alright."

from the owner and shot him glare. Then, he

early during the day, the two of them continued browsing through the streets. As they passed by a stall with the fortune-telling sign, a fortune teller wearing a pair

forehead. You might be met with some kind of serious accident within the

words halted jordan in his tracks. He furrowed his brows and looked

tunic and had a long beard. He seemed like he might be some skilled,