Chapter 1252

"Hmph!" Travis snorted coldly.

If he allowed Frank to leave after what he said, that would just prove what Frank said—that he was selling his reputation, not treasures.

And having been appraised antiques all his life, he certainly could not take that insult!

Growling hostilely, he demanded, "Your words will ruin the reputation of my establishment sir, and you expect to leave peacefully?"

"Really? And your reputation can't be ruined?"

Frank sneered in contempt. "Worshiping counterfeits like it's the real deal, using your reputation for commodities and getting hostile if anyone says otherwise… Shame—your reputation just isn't worth anything to me, nor am I afraid of your aggression."

Travis did a double take—even after all that, Frank was still accusing him of selling counterfeits?!

Feeling a little petty just then, he slowly walked up to Frank and growled solemnly, "I sell real treasures, young man, not my reputation. So you don't have to worry about pointing out how my painting