Chapter 333

When Andrew approached Orion, the latter, thinking Andrew would surrender, smugly declared, "Kid, it's time to learn your lesson."

Andrew simply replied, "I know whether it's real or fake. Get ready to kneel before me."

Orion retorted, "Then prove it. Is it real or fake? Announce it."

"Andrew, it's real! This old fox is playing mind games. He wants you to overthink it!" someone cautioned.

The crowd of experts agreed, having faced Orion's tricky methods before. Since one fake had already been revealed, they reasoned the remaining bowl must be authentic.

However, Andrew suddenly smashed the second bowl. The crowd was stunned, wondering how he could destroy what might have been a million-dollar piece.

"You fell for Orion's trap," Elsie muttered in dismay.

Francesca was deeply disappointed. Cedric grumbled, "Orion, you're so cruel."

Aspen, smirking, emerged from the crowd. "Andrew, reaching a tie with Mr. Kelce is impressive, even if it was just luck."

Christina added, "At least you're not a complete laughingstock. But be ready to pay a million in damages!"

While everyone sympathized with Andrew, Orion's face was ashen with rage.

"Everyone thinks I just broke the real bowl," Andrew said calmly. "I disagree—Mr. Kelce, why don't you give us your expert opinion?"

Orion stood, his voice ice-cold. "How did you know the last bowl was also a fake?"

The crowd gasped. "Fake?" They were utterly puzzled.

Aspen urgently asked, "Mr. Kelce, what did you say? The last bowl was fake too? So he was right?"

Orion snapped, "Shut up, all of you! I refuse to believe this kid got that lucky!"

His outburst confirmed everyone's suspicions, and the crowd erupted in amazement.

"I can't believe the young guy was right! Both bowls were fakes."

Someone asked, "Wait—does that mean Mr. Kelce lost to Mr. Lloyd?"

"What's going on? No expert in Jayrodale has ever beaten Mr. Kelce at authentication, yet this newcomer did it effortlessly!"

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In stark contrast, Orion, Aspen, and his followers stood furious yet helpless. Christina stared at Andrew in disbelief, wondering if he had truly won again.

Orion growled, "How did you know they were fakes? What tricks did you use?"

Francesca scoffed, "What a loser—he can't even accept his defeat graciously!"

Andrew shrugged. "Does it matter how I knew? What matters is I was right about both bowls, which means you lost. Time to kneel before me."

The crowd was shocked. Andrew's triumph filled Jayrodale's antique community with pride, and they reveled in Orion's comeuppance.

Cedric beamed, finally getting his revenge. "You're always talking about rules, Orion. Well, a bet's a bet—kneel!"

Others chimed in: "Exactly, Mr. Kelce! Are you going back on your words now?" "Mr. Kelce, this is Jayrodale, not Bridgefields. I told you to be less arrogant, but you didn't listen. Now you're being punished by Mr. Lloyd." "Mr. Lloyd is amazing! He's Jayrodale's rare antique genius!"

Orion shouted at the laughing crowd, "You nobodies couldn't match my expertise in a hundred years!" He glared at Andrew, snarling, "I refuse to believe you got this lucky! I won't concede until you explain how you knew both bowls were fake."

Andrew shook his head and turned to the shop owner. "Thanks for your help, sir."

The owner panicked. "What are you thanking me for? Don't make things up!"

Aspen seized the opportunity. "Aha! So you and the owner were in cahoots! You knew the bowls were fake all along! The contest doesn't count!"

Overjoyed, she believed she had salvaged their defeat. If Andrew had colluded with the owner, the results would be invalid, meaning she and Orion wouldn't have lost.