Chapter 108


    Mr. Griffin smiled and exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Lewis. When he looked up, he noticed Rachel


    Grey sitting on a chair. The smile on his lips gradually deepened.


    He walked past Mr. Lewis and quickly approached Rachel. “Child, why are you here?”


    This left everyone dumbfounded.


    Could it be that Mr. Griffin knew Rachel seeing how he addressed her amiably?


    Jane Smith panicked. She had a bad feeling about this. Her eyes trembled as she looked at the


    inconspicuous pocket watch on the table.


    Was that thing really from mour Pavilion?


    But wasn’t Rachel from the countryside?


    Rachel had no power, nor was she an influential figure. What right did she have to be a


    member of mour Pavilion?


    Rachel put down the teacup in her hand and asked casually, “Has mour Pavilion started selling


    counterfeits?”


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    “What are you talking about, you brat!” Mr. Griffin reprimanded, but there was no anger on his face.


    “You know I hate counterfeits the most. With me around, there is no way those counterfeits will be able


    to make their way into mour Pavilion.”


    Mr. Griffin was not only the president of the Association of Literary Schrs in Seaxas, but


    also a consultant for mour Pavilion.


    Every item would have to be appraised by him before they could make their way into mour Pavilion.


    Hence, there would be no counterfeits in mour Pavilion.


    “Then why don’t you take a look at that pocket watch?” Rachel raised her eyebrows and turned to the


    pocket watch on the table.


    Mr. Griffin followed her gaze and couldn’t help but smile. “Is there a need for that? You…“.


    Rachel suddenly raised her head and gave him a meaningful look. Mr. Griffin instantly understood her


    intentions, so he did not continue.


    “Okay… I’ll have a look,” Mr. Griffin said as he subconsciously nced at Rachel.


    But Rachel seemed indifferent. One would have thought that this matter had nothing to do with her.


    Mr. Griffin cleared his throat and fished a magnifying ss from his chest pocket, then carefully studied


    the embedding of the diamonds and the craftsmanship of the gold work. “This is authentic.”


    Those three words were like a p to Jane’s face. Her face instantly turned pale, and her legs almost


    gave way.


    “What… Could this be the pocket watch that was previously stored in mour Pavilion?” Mr. Lewis


    eximed, his voice trembling. He looked at the pocket watch with a fiery gaze. He was too emotional


    to speak.


    Mr. Griffin slowly put the magnifying ss in his pocket and fiddled with his watch. “That’s


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    right.”


    The hall was in an uproar after having heard Mr. Griffin’s affirmation once again.


    “But I heard that this pocket watch had been auctioned off for 1.91 million dors. How does mour


    Pavilion have the heart to…” Mr. Lewis raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat


    off his face.


    Mr. Griffin smiled and said, “The articles of mour Pavilion are not only for sale. If we meet someone


    fated, we will naturally be willing to sell them.”


    The Smith family’s second aunt could not help but blurt out, “That’s still 1.91 million


    dors…”


    Since when had Rachel be so rich?


    Rachel seemed to understand what the aunt meant. She put down the cup in her hand and said


    casually, “Miss Cruisepensated me 2 million dors. It was just enough to purchase this pocket


    watch.”


    Her tone was t, but every word was like a knife stabbing into Olivia Cruise’s heart. Everyone’s eyes


    were filled with mockery and sympathy as they looked at Jane.


    Jane gradually came back to her senses under everyone’s gaze. Their gazes felt like des shing


    at her. She really could not stand them.


    Her eyes were filled with chaos. She endured the bitterness in her heart and stood on the spot in a


    sorry state.


    The pocket watch was actually authentic?


    Then, what would happen to her? Jane suddenly remembered the bet earlier.


    No, she would never kneel!


    She was the daughter of the Smith family. If she knelt and apologized to Rachel in front of everyone


    today, how would she hold up her head in the future?


    Old Mr. Smith had already guessed this would be the case since Rachel was so calm. Old Mr. Smith’s


    heart sank when he heard Mr. Griffin say that. He did not feel happy at the slightest to receive that gift.


    If Jane knelt in front of everyone present, the Smith family would also lose face.


    Old Mr. Smith looked at Rachel with aplicated expression, but Rachel ignored him. Rachel then


    looked at the ashen–faced Jane with a faint smile. “Miss Smith, isn’t it time for you to keep your word?”