“Is this really an authentic piece by Harold Dcruz?” Carlisle asked, eyeing the old man skeptically.
The old man chuckled awkwardly and said, “I can’t guarantee that. You’ll have to judge for yourself.”
Pointing at the “Thousand Stallions” painting, Carlisle said, “Let me see that ‘Thousand Stallions‘
painting first.”
The old man retrieved a pair of white cotton gloves from his pocket and carefully untied the cotton rope
binding the scroll before unveiling it.
Carlisle picked up a magnifying ss and began examining the painting closely.
The old man said, “Given your family’s probably extensive collection of antiques, I assume you know a
thing or two about them, right?”
Carlisle replied casually, “A little.”
The old man chuckled again. “You’re quite modest.”
Carlisle carefully examined the details of the horses‘ hooves through the magnifying ss and then
inspected the seals.
With a sigh, he shook his head and said, “Show me the other painting.”
Without much ado, the old man rolled up the painting and ced it back in the wooden box. He then
opened the scroll containing the “Galloping Horses” painting.
Carlisle continued his careful examination with the magnifying ss.
Not far away, Wanda sat on the bench. She rested her chin on her hands, admiring the serious Carlisle.
It was a shame her phone had died, or she would’ve taken more pictures of him.
Suddenly, a chilling voice from outside interrupted her thoughts.
“Is this the ce?”
“Yes, this is it.”
“Mr. Gust, please.
“Mr. Thompson, please, after you!”
Wanda stood up abruptly and dashed toward Carlisle, her voice quivering as she said, “Carlisle, my
dad’s
here.”
Carlisle raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s such a coincidence!”
Wanda looked at the old man and said, “Sir, I need a ce to hide!”
Pointing to a warehouse behind him, the old man said, “Go in there, but be careful not to knock over
any porcin.”
Wanda hesitated for a moment. She bit her lip and entered the dark storage room, closing the door
behind her.
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Carlisle inquired, “I’ll take this ‘Galloping Horses‘ painting. How much is it?”
The old man clicked his tongue. “You must be familiar with the antique market’s rules, right?”
“No returns, and no refunds,” Carlisle said.
He had seen quite a few movies about antiques in his previous life and remembered some of the
jargon.
The old man let out a chuckle and said, “For an average buyer, I’d sell this painting for 300 thousand
dors. But given your special status, I’ll give it to you for 150 thousand.”
Carlisle shook his head. “The seals on this painting aren’t authentic, and the details on the horses‘
hooves
need improvement. It’s not worth the asking price.”
The old man looked at Carlisle in surprise and then grumbled, “Well, 120 thousand dors will do.”
Carlisle dismissed the painting with a wave. “I could pick this up for 60 thousand dors just for fun!”
Just as he said that, two well–dressed men approached from outside. Carlisle nced over and
immediately furrowed his brows.
It was Yuriel Gust, the wealthiest man in Rivend.
The old man sighed and started to say, “How about 100 thousand dors, I-”
“Deal,” Carlisle interrupted. He handed the money to the old man and rolled up the painting.
“Carlisle?” Zachary widened his eyes in surprise upon spotting Carlisle. He wondered what Carlisle
was doing in Rainville. Wasn’t he supposed to be in Rivend?
Carlisle put on a fake smile and greeted him, “Oh, Zachary! What a surprise to see you here!”
He reached out to shake Zachary’s hand.
Casting a quick nce at Carlisle and noticing his inexpensive attire and flip–flops, Zachary made a
disgusted face and warned, “Don’t try to act like you’re close to me.”
Zachary couldn’t understand why his sister would be interested in someone like Carlisle.
Shein Thompson turned to Zachary, asking, “Do you two know each other?”
Zachary replied nonchntly, “Not really. He got himself into trouble with some thugs, and I had to bail