Jack Yabut stared at Dominic Mylod in a state of sheer, unadulterated shock, his mouth hanging open like a landed fish. "Wait, Mr. Mylod, I never said I didn't want it! I just... I didn't realize! I mean, think about it—I’ve got a genuine Qing Dynasty Blue and White vase and now this Han Dynasty bronze kettle? I’m going to be a titan in this industry! I’m set for life!"
Dominic’s gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his voice as cool and dry as a desert wind. "Set for life? Jack, don't be delusional. That vase you’re clutching is a modern imitation. At best, it’s a high-end ceramic craft you’d find in a hotel lobby. It’s worth the clay it’s made of, nothing more."
The words hit Jack like a physical blow. In his panicked reflex, he slammed his foot onto the brake pedal. The tires screec
