Chapter 173


    Everyone turned to look at Harold, Isabe, and her parents upon hearing what Yulian had just said.


    Benson and Pauline took a few steps back unwittingly, their faces paling to a ghastly white.


    Only Harold managed to remain unfazed. He even gestured for Isabe tofort her parents.


    Victor directed his gaze to Isabe''s parents and asked, “What''s going on?”


    Nevertheless, as he caught sight of his daughter''s panicked look, he already knew the answer.


    “We—”


    Pauline didn''t know how to exin themselves at that moment.


    “Yulian, you said that you saw my inws going into a book store to get calligraphy materials, but do


    you have proof?” queried Harold in a calm manner.


    “I—”


    Yulian was stumped for words. Turning around, he looked at his wife. “Darling, when you saw them


    going inside the book store, did you record a video or take any photo as evidence?”


    Vivian shook her head in lieu of an answer.


    “You silly woman! Why didn''t you take a video recording or at least a photo as evidence?” yelled Yulian.


    He was disappointed in his wife.


    Thetter, in turn, felt indignant and retorted, “How the hell would I have thought about that? I didn''t


    even know what happened here back then!”


    Harold then shot them a question leisurely. “Since you have no proof, does that mean you''re falsely


    using them and spreading rumors?”


    “You! Don''t be too full of yourself yet. I''ve already called the chairman of Newcove Antiques Association


    over. He can tell the authenticity of this,” said Yulian smugly.


    Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    His words shocked the crowd once more.


    The chairman of Newcove Antiques Association, Max Brady, was the most internationally acimed


    expert appraiser.


    His name was highly regarded worldwide when it came to antiques and artifacts.


    Never had he misjudged a treasure before.


    “Oh, really? What if Mr. Brady appraises this writing as a genuine masterpiece by the God of War


    himself? What would you do, then?” asked Harold.


    He was grinning from ear to ear.


    Even so, his tranquil expression was merely an act in Yulian''s eyes.


    That was because both Benson and Pauline weren''t portraying a calm demeanor at all.


    “Hmph! If this piece of art turns out to be authentic, I''ll kneel down in front of all our guests and beg for


    your pardon!”


    Yulian was full of confidence as he spoke.


    Amotion broke out among the onlookers as they sneaked nces between Harold, Isabe, and


    her parents.


    The vast majority of them stood on Yulian''s side.


    That would make sense, for most people couldn''t understand the meaning behind Loyalty to the


    Country. For them, it was simply one of those ordinary artworks, and there was no difference


    whatsoever between it and any other calligraphy artwork.


    On top of that, the faces of Isabe''s parents were as white as a sheet. Worst still, they had spent half


    an hour just to return to their room and retrieve that calligraphy artwork. All the signs showed that


    Vivian had spoken the truth.


    “Mr. Brady''s here! Make way, everyone!”


    At that very juncture, a ripple of exmations rang out from outside.


    The bystanders all turned to look, only to find an elderly man in a suit making his way in. He appeared


    to be in his seventies, yet he was as fit as a fiddle.


    “Mr. Brady!”


    All of them greeted Max and moved to make way for him.


    “Congrattions, Victor! I wish you longevity and prosperity!”