Chapter 332

“Andrew, Mr. Kelce is a master appraiser. You’re getting too cocky challenging him,” Aspen taunted.

“Let’s leave, Andrew. We shouldn’t play with these shameless people,” Francesca urged.

However, Andrew patted her hand with a smile. “Don’t worry, Fran. I’m definitely making this old man get on his knees today.”

Andrew raised the remaining bowl high. “Everyone, please witness this! If I can authenticate this bowl, Orion has to kneel and beg me, isn’t that right?”

The crowd cheered encouragingly. Shouts of “Exactly!” and “Good luck, kid! We’re rooting for you!” filled the air. Someone even pointed out, “Even if you misidentify the last bowl, you won’t lose, because Orion’s previous appraisal also ended in failure.” Another added, “Yes, it’s a draw at best. You’re already impressive to have tied with Orion, handsome boy.”

Orion fumed. “Kid, no matter how lucky you get, you’ll never figure out if this last bowl is real or fake!”

Andrew studied the remaining bowl thoughtfully. Suddenly, he mimicked the motion of smashing it on the ground, like the first one.

“Dr. Lloyd, stop!” Cedric shouted in panic.

Andrew paused, asking, “What’s the matter?”

Cedric whispered, “This must be the real one—you’ll lose millions!”

Francesca and Elsie were equally terrified. Elsie pleaded, “Mr. Lloyd, the previous method won’t work the same. You should think of other ways. Please don’t do it again. My heart can’t take it.” Francesca agreed, “That’s right, Andrew. Think about it—the fake one has been smashed. What’s left can only be the true one.”

The crowd began pleading with Andrew not to destroy what they assumed was the authentic piece. Exhortations of “Don’t be so impulsive!” and “Don’t do it, young man! You can’t afford to replace it if it’s real!” echoed through the room. One serious antique collector even threatened to guarantee Andrew's life if he didn't waste the antique. He declared, “I’ll bet my life this is the real one! Since you broke the fake, this has to be authentic!”

Orion sat back down with a mysterious smirk, his thoughts unreadable.

Aspen whispered, “Mr. Kelce, is the bowl authentic?”

Orion simply shook his head and replied, “Just know that this kid’s efforts are useless.”

Aspen felt relieved, her mind racing. She thought, ‘Mr. Kelce is crafty—if he says it’s real, it’s fake, and vice versa. But with a million-dollar bowl at stake, Andrew will probably overthink it and fall into Mr. Kelce’s trap. So this remaining bowl must be… real!’