The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 105 Supporting Justice

The room fell silent at those words.

Rita, known for her poise, shocked everyone with her forceful demands.

Bringing a fake antique to Farris' birthday was indeed a breach of etiquette, yet it hardly seemed to justify such a severe reaction as kneeling.noveldrama

Amid the stillness, Corrine chuckled softly, her voice cool as she pierced the silence, asking, "What if it's authentic?"

Rita's eyes met Corrine's, which glinted with an unnerving resolve, sending a chill through her.

With composure, Corrine asked again, "What if it's authentic?"

Jolted from her daze, Rita cleared her throat and defiantly responded, "Should it be real, I will kneel and make my apologies."

"Rita!" Tracy quickly stepped in.

"Don't worry, Mom. It's valued at 9.54 million. Does she even have that amount?" Rita asked, her posture proud as she faced Corrine confidently.

She was sure that the pen holder Corrine presented was nothing but a fake.

"Remember what you said."

Corrine's reminder tightened Rita's chest with a sudden surge of fear.

The words had been spoken; there was no taking them back.

Moreover, the figure was 9.54 million. Rita doubted Corrine could muster such a vast

amount.

She looked forward to witnessing Corrine's fall from grace once the truth came out.

Whispers swirled among the spectators. "None of us are experts, though. We shouldn't

rush to conclusions. Does anyone here have the expertise?"

The question lingered in the ensuing silence.

They were merely spectators, unwilling to cause a stír just for amusement.

Diego, his expression a mix of emotions, spoke to Farris with respect. "I know Donnelly Gilbert, a well-known antique collector. I could call him. His knowledge might help us clear this up. Would that work for you?"

Breaking his silence, Farris replied, "Diego, please, go ahead and call him."

At this moment, in the Timeless Treasures, Donnelly sat cross-legged on a mat, lifting a cup as he glanced at the man opposite him. "I wonder what brings you to seek me out, Mr. Hopkins?"

Nate looked up at Donnelly, a subtle, inscrutable smile tugged at his lips. "I heard you have some connections with the Ford family in Lyhaton."

Hearing this, Donnelly's eyes darkened, his gaze sharp as a blade directed at Nate. "Mr. Hopkins, I don't know much about your marriage arrangement with the Ford family, but let me be frank: you cannot touch the Ford family."

His calm tone carried an undercurrent of turbulent waves, ready to erupt at any

moment.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding," Nate replied calmly. "I planned to visit the Ford family in a few days and wanted to know Mr. Carl Ford's preferences, so I came to

ask."

Donnelly narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Nate.

At that moment, an assistant entered, handing him a phone. "Mr. Gilbert, it's a call from someone named Diego Newman."

Donnelly glanced at the assistant, took the phone, and stood up. When he spoke again, his voice had returned to its usual amiable tone. "Diego, what can I do for you?"

On the other end, Diego recounted the situation with the Ashton family in detail. Donnelly's eyes sharpened. "Are you saying... a pen holder from the 19th century?"

That pen holder was unique to the Timeless Treasures. Even counterfeits were

rare on

the market.

He had been told that Corrine had purchased it this morning. How could it appear at the Ashton family home?

Diego said, "The Ashton family insists it's a fake. Though it's not my business, seeing that woman almost forced to kneel and apologize is heart-wrenching. That's why I ask you to come and mediate."

Donnelly pondered for a moment. "Alright, give me a moment."

He hung up and turned to Nate. "Mr. Hopkins, I apologize. A friend has asked for

my help, so I must leave temporarily."

"Are you going to the Ashton's?" Nate stood up as well.

Donnelly nodded. "Yes."

"I'm heading there too. Let me give you a ride."

"Thank you."