Silence.
The entire drawing room went deathly still.
Everyone stood slack-jawed, unable to recover for a long moment. A forgery technique using three layers of xuan paper was something none of them had ever even heard of. Rowan Rowe was fairly certain that even if you summoned the finest Antique Appraiser in all of Draconia, they might not be able to tell real from fake.
And yet Cliff had needed only a single glance to declare the painting a forgery.
The thought made Rowan study him again, and the more he looked, the more unfathomable the man seemed. Who the hell was this guy?
"That... that's impossible!" Connor James blurted, his face drained of color. "You have to be wrong. You have to be."
His mind was in chaos, and he refused to accept it. After all, he'd spent a full $11 million
