As the voice echoed, two figures entered the room—one in a white t-shirt and jeans, the other wearing black-rimmed glasses. It was the one in glasses who spoke.
The crowd paused, but Sherry's face lit up with a smile. The person she had been waiting for had finally arrived, and a wave of relief washed over her.
Luther's heart sank. 'Could this really be a coincidence? The chief appraiser from Carthage Gold? Was Dylan trying to cover up his lie about buying the gold shop?'
He immediately shouted, "Dylan, you brought your accomplice to back you up, didn't you? Just ask the people here—who would believe this so-called chief appraiser? I've never met someone so pathetic that they'd even deceive themselves! Officer, get this con artist out of here!"
Luther was desperate for Dylan to disappe
