The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 32

Warren's expression shifted. His deep love for antiques had honed his eye for detail far beyond the average person's

Sasha was confused when she noticed that the porcelain teapot seemed a bit different from what she remembered. But deep down, she knew it was the same teapot. She couldn't help but scoff inwardly.

Did Felix really believe that a few cosmetic alterations could somehow make it more valuable? She thought he was such a fool and dismissed him as nothing more than a country bumpkin.

"Yeah, Dad! This is pretty pricey. I actually saw Felix drop a whopping 5,000 dollars on it at the antiques market. He's so considerate, isn't he?"

The sarcasm in her voice was impossible to miss, and Milo laughed right on cue.

"5,000 dollars? Felix, that's an insult to Uncle Warren! Every guest here brings gifts worth tens, even hundreds of thousands of dollars! How could you "

Warren cut him off sharply. In a deep voice, he said, "It's the thought that counts. Do gifts always have to be judged by their price? Who told you such nonsense? I actually like this porcelain teapot. Now, everyone, back to your seats!" No one dared to argue, though their

to leave it at that

steeped in old-world charm in Avesburgh. Ted was with him,

treatment had eased the pain, Ted was now resigned to the harsh reality of having only one functional arm. The thought of it filled him with

meet Lord Kane looking like

someone else. This could only mean one thing-Felix was as good as dead. There was no other possible outcome. Kane was the undisputed underground lord of Avesburgh, a

Remember this-only in truly exceptional circumstances should we involve Xena!" As they entered the main hall, they were met with the figure of a burly middle-aged man seated in a wooden armchair at the head of the room. His hair was slicked back, and though his gaze was

"Lord Kane."

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Chapter 32

a faint smile. "Have a seat. You must have a reason for coming here. Perry,