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The shop owner gave <b>a </b>thumbs up. Usually, he could easily can those who were not knowledgeable to buy such items for about a thousand
dors, or even more.
Valerie was also a little surprised. knowledgeable?”
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<li>d. She nced at Shawn, whose eyes were full of astonishment. He asked, “Didn’t <b>you </b>say you</li>
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weren’t
very
Valerie replied, “I <b>really </b>don’t know n
much.
But somehow, when I saw these things, this information just instinctively came to mind.”
valerie herself found it incredible as if she had always known these t <b>things</b>. But these were areas of knowledge she had never been exposed to. The owner <b>was </b>equally astonished. He pointed to a nearby old oil painting. “What about this one? Can
Valerie stepped closer and examined the painting. <b>With </b>a confident smile, she said, “This is a modern reproduction <b>of </b>a ssical still life. It was likely made in recent <b>years</b><b>.</b>”
you
tell me about it?”
Shawn found it hard to believe. The painting in front of him, with its realistic canvas and colors, was quite convincing. He <b>couldn’t </b>help but <b>ask</b>, “How did you figure <b>that </b>out?”
Valerie exined, “Original 17th–century still lifes used <b>oil </b>paints on canvas. While the painting techniques can be replicated, the aging process of the canvas cannot be faked easily. Then, you used modern materials for the frame, which is a <b>giveaway</b>.”
Hearing her exnation, the shop owner was amazed again. “Amazing! You said you were here to learn, but you seem like an expert to <b>me</b>!” Valerie chuckled. “I wouldn’t say <b>that</b><b>. </b>It’s <b>just </b>a coincidence
One or two times could be coincidences, but not every time. The owner wasn’t convinced.
He said, “Take another <b>look</b>. Which item on this shelf is the most valuable!<b>”</b>
Valerie scanned the room, her gaze settling on a pair of vases. “These two vases. They’re from the early 16th century, probably worth about 60 thousand dors”
Shawn was taken aback, ncing between Valerie and the vases. The ownerughed heartily. “You’re absolutely right!”
This made Shawn look at Valerie w with newfound respect. “Valerie, I didn’t know you were an antique appraiser.”
Valerie shook her head. “Honestly, <b>I’m </b>not sure. It <b>just </b>feels familiar.”
Shawn watched Valerie with a smile. He hadn’t expected her to have such a talent. It was truly <b>astonishing</b>. Valerie continued to surprise him, <b>and </b>he couldn’t figure out how she recognized these things so
urately.
The owner gave Shawn a th
thumbs–<b>up </b>again. “She knows her stuff! Without some background, there’s no v
no way to recognize these things.”
Running an antique business for so long, the owner often had to closely examine items to determine their authenticity. Yes, Valerie could identify them with just a nce. It was impressive indeed.
Valerie herself was unsure why she had this incredible ability to identify antiques. However, it wasn’t the <b>first </b>time she <b>had </b>experienced something
like this.
<b>saw </b>it as another of life’s
Previously, she had <b>simr </b>moments while ying the piano or practicing painting. Today, she <b>wasn’t </b><b>as </b>surprised. She <b>saw </b>i linle surprises that she had stumbled upon<b>,</b>
This <b>uncanny </b>ability was quite helpful. Seeing these authentic artifacts allowed Valerie to understand the ancient charm described in the script. She couldn’t exin it, but it felt as though <b>this </b>knowledge was <b>always </b>in her mind.
The shop owner mentioned <b>that </b>such an eye for detail usually came from <b>having </b><b>an </b>expert in the family, so
someone whose influence was absorbed
Valerie said
nothing in response. Shawn, noticing her dedication to learning, didn’t pry further. He was d to have such <b>a </b>talented voice actress on
Everyone had th
their own little secrets, and Valerie was no exception. <b>Shawn </b>understood not to interfere, though <b>his </b>curiosity about Valerie grew
Meanwhile,
<b>at </b>a five–star hotel not far away<b>, </b><b>a </b>luxury car pulled up
up outside.
A man in a long b
ck coat led a group of men into the building, their presencemanding attention
“Mr. Grant, it’s this room, Churles said, pointing to a suite
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Matthew nodded, and his men knocked on the door. When no one answered, he lost patience. With <b>a </b><b>wave </b>of his hand, his men forced the door open and rushed <b>inside</b>.
The noise startled Fred, who woke up holding a woman. Upon seeing the intruders, he <b>was </b>furious. “Who the hell let you in here? Get out! All of <b>you </b>get out!”
With hands in his pockets, Matthew silently entered <b>and </b>sat on the sofa. Fred recognized him and felt a pang of guilt but quickly masked it with anger. “Matthew, what do you think you’re doing?”
ur mind?”
Matthew frowned and gestured to his men, who dragged the screaming woman out. This enraged Fred. “Matthew, are you out of your Matthew’s face darkened, and he smirked. “The kidnapping of the Santos family was your doing.”
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datement,
Fred’s heart sank, <b>thinking</b>. How did he knowl
He couldn’t admit it. “What are you talking about? <b>I </b><b>have </b><b>nothing </b>to do with her. Why would I kidnap her?”
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