Chapter 183


    “Isn‘t there any surveince camera in such a high–ss vi?” Maria asked in an arrogant tone, as if


    mocking the father and daughter‘s stupidity.


    .


    In her opinion, this was a matter that could be easily dealt with.


    They could either check the surveince video footage, or just call the police toe and handle it.


    Why did they waste time on questioning her? Having grown up in a small town, Maria knew all the


    other members of the Jenkins family there.


    Although Bill was the richest man among the Jenkins, he was obviously not the smartest one. Upon


    hearing Maria‘s words, Bill‘s eyes lit up in enlightenment.


    “Yes! We have surveince cameras in our house!” Lily instantly became nervous.


    She took a few steps back quietly without anyone noticing, and then suddenly shouted, “Look! What‘s


    that under the sofa?” 1 As she spoke, she nudged the sofa aside a little bit so that everyone could see


    what was hidden underneath.


    “Ah! My Jadee!” Vivian shouted excitedly and picked it up at once.


    Bill grabbed the magnifying ss to check the serial number on the bottom of the jade piece.


    “Yes, the number is Y0088.


    It is Jadee!” Bill confirmed with a relieved smile.


    “There‘s no need to check the surveince video then.


    Vivian, you must have dropped it under the sofa by ident.” It was only upon hearing that they


    weren‘t going to check the surveince video that Lily rxed again.


    As for Vivian, she waspletely distracted by the delight of finding her treasure again.


    She took out a wet tissue and carefully wiped off the dust on the jade piece.


    Now that Jadee had been found, everyone crowded around to look at it.


    In the process, they ignored Maria as if she had never existed.


    “If there‘s nothing else, I‘ll go back to my room now,” Maria announced tly.


    Unsurprisingly, no one paid attention to her.


    Pursing her lips in annoyance, Maria turned around and went back to her room.


    After locking the door behind her, she took out her phone and texted an online friend who went by the


    name of V.


    “Vincent, yellow card warning! Why did you giarize my jade carving design?” A reply arrived from


    Vincent only a few secondster.


    . “I’m just redoing my disciple’s design as practice.


    How can you call that an act of giarism? Listen, I was recently invited to a charity auction, where


    they wanted me to showcase some new work.


    But how could i design something new on such short notice? That‘s why I just used yours.” This


    Vincent was in fact the internationally well–known master, Vincent Geoffrey.


    Reading the so-called exnation of this jade carvings master, Maria didn‘t buy it at all. “Huh?”


    Although it was just one word, it was full of warning.


    Vincent hurriedly added, “Anyway, I did it for charity.


    Don‘t haggle over every ounce.


    A master is to his disciple what a father is to his daughter.


    I have merely borrowed your design.


    After I die, all the glory and wealth of the Geoffrey Jade Carving School will be yours.” If Vincent‘s


    words ever leaked out to the public, it would cause a great uproar in the jade carving industry.


    It was well known that Vincent didn‘t have any disciples.


    But now,mon knowledge seemed to be far from the truth.


    In fact, Vincent seemed to have already found a sessor and even prepared his will.


    If Maria inherited Vincent‘s wealth, she would be one of the top 100 female billionaires in the


    country overnight.


    “What disciple? Didn‘t I refuse you for the ny–ninth timest month? I am not your disciple,” Maria


    corrected him calmly.


    “I‘ve given you advice on how to carve.


    How can you not take me as your master?” No one would believe that Vincent Geoffrey, an


    international master of jade carvings and a famous expert in the industry, was actually a big fan of


    various emojis during online chatting He sent three different angry emojis to protest Maria‘s refusal to


    call herself his disciple.


    “Advice? We were just discussing the matter, weren‘t we?” Maria retorted. “You were just an injured old


    man I picked up from a ditch in the mountains.


    At that time, I was kind enough to let you stay at my house and recuperate, but you didn‘t leave even


    after your injury was healed, and overstayed your wee by more than half a year.


    Speaking of which, when are you going to pay me back all the medical and food expenses?” Vincent


    was a little embarrassed.


    “It‘s because you cook so well!” he protested.


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    Maria rolled her eyes.


    “So you‘re saying it‘s actually my fault?”