Chapter 816

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In front of the camera, guests' expressions are magnified infinitely. Giovanni was no exception, and on top of that, he was so visibly flustered. The audience also looked at each other in confusion. "No way, did they actually get it right?" "No way! An idol's relative, understanding antiques? Just listen to her bragging, claiming it's from the 17th Century. Such a precious item, wouldn't it have any records?" Some people won't admit they're wrong until they're slapped in the face. Abby also sensed the doubt and wanted to speak up to clarify herself. But it was already too late. The big screen lit up again. In the ink-splashed painting, there's a tiny Rococo-style enamel snuffbox embedded in the glass, as the scroll turns, it tells its story. Rumor has it that during the late Baro

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