Knock, knock.Daniel knocked on the door to Trevon's office and announced, "Mr. Gibson, we've got it all figured out. The stuff Ms. Ferguson bought was prepared by Mr. Hector Ferguson ahead of time."Mr. Hector Ferguson seems to have challenged Mrs. Gibson to a bet. Looks like he had a game plan for this wager from the get-go."Trevon's expression turned stormy. "Does Stephen have any clue what his siblings are up to?"Daniel stayed silent, his face saying it all."So, do we send a care package to Mrs. Gibson? At this rate, she's heading for a loss."So far, Madeline had only snagged a painting for 45 bucks."What's the stake Hector put up?"Daniel adjusted his glasses. "Um… Mr. Hector Ferguson got Ms. Sanders to let Lydia go."Trevon paused, taken aback. "They're acquainted?"Daniel was at a loss for words.Trevon let out a wry chuckle. "Let it be. I've been blind to her true colors all these years."Lydia had been overseas for three years, so it would not be odd for her t
Madeline, sporting a baby bump, could not comfortably squat down.The show's director had thoughtfully arranged for a table to be brought over so the seller could lay out his items, making it easier for Madeline to take a look.The seller's collection was modest."This Kutani Vase has been in my family for generations. My dad says it's ancient, practically from the same era as the one in the museum."This painting, 'The Hay Wain' by John Constable, though I've had it checked out by experts, and they told me it's a copy.He also had some jade pieces and a bunch of old coins, each introduced with care. At the end, he eyed Madeline cautiously."They're all quality pieces, so I'm counting on a good offer from you."The online comments exploded with laughter.[Haha! This dude's scared Madeline will just throw out a number like 75 bucks.][Come on, there's no way it'll be 75 dollars. It's 45 dollars tops, not a cent more.][His stuff isn't half bad, definitely worth a closer look.]
The vendor's face flushed with anger. "A copy?! No way! This piece was on an appraisal show, and every expert there vouched for its authenticity! Do you even know what you're talking about, lady?"The old man gave Madeline a surprised once-over but kept mum.Madeline offered a sheepish smile. She was messing with the vendor's livelihood, so his agitation was somewhat justified."The gentleman earlier pointed out the vase's features. Plus, the real deal's supposed to be heavier. This one is too lightweight."The forget must have wanted the vase to dazzle, to be the epitome of beauty and finesse, but they missed the mark on the subtle artistry that sets the real deal apart.The old man listened to her, and with a more scrutinizing look, he saw the truth in her words. The excitement that had lit up his face dimmed significantly.Madeline went on. "Also, the colors on the vase… They're kind of slapped on, you know? They don't have that crystal-clear, pure vibe."In short, the vase w
Stephen stood by Hector's car, a dark smile on his handsome face.Hector shuddered, pocketed his phone, and ended the call. With a sense of defeat, he opened the door and stepped out."Bro..."Stephen's laugh was icy. "Don't call me that. I'm not your brother."If Dallas had not called him, Stephen would have been clueless that Hector had sneaked three big items out of the storage."Why do you always have Madeline's back?" Hector blurted out, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.It seemed to him that Stephen's protective streak for Madeline went way beyond what he would expect for a sibling. Heck, even Sadie came in second to her.Stephen was not the type to lose his head over a crush.Stephen's eyes narrowed into slits. "Do you really want to know?"Hector nodded eagerly.With a mocking laugh, Stephen said, "Alright. You're into betting, right? Let's make it interesting."A chill ran down Hector's spine as he listened."If Madeline loses, I'll spill the beans and yo
The owner could not hold back and blurted out the question on everyone's mind.Madeline gave a small, knowing smile. "You need the cash for medical bills, and I just can't ignore that."The director sprang into action, quickly confirming the authenticity of the owner's item. It was the real deal, and the price matched Madeline's estimate almost to the dollar.The owner was gobsmacked.His treasured porcelain, which he was told was a fake, had him fretting over how he would pay for his wife's treatment.Then, Madeline told him his supposed fake painting was genuine.The highs and lows were overwhelming. He stared at Madeline, speechless.The online comments that had been slamming Madeline for shady dealings went silent.[Didn't they say Madeline was on the hook for someone's life? Why so quiet now?][She could've won but she chose not to. She's got a heart of gold.][To walk away from millions just like that... I don't know if I could do it. Hats off to her.][What does it ma
Sadie held three things.A large plate with a yellow background and blue peony flowers, a piece of bluish-white jade charm, and a chicken blood stone ornament she picked up without much thought at the end.The chicken blood stone, despite its attractive color, was practically worthless, especially when compared to the other two items. It was just there to fill out the count.Madeline's haul was even more comical. She did not even manage to gather enough items.She had just two things. A painting valued at 45 dollars and a jade bracelet worth 78 dollars.The director looked at Madeline, his face a mix of conflicted emotions. 'Couldn't you just randomly pick one more item to go with the 45-dollar and 75-dollar ones?'Madeline's face was slightly pale, but she managed a smile and stayed silent. She was simply exhausted.Trevon, standing on the outskirts of the crowd, saw Madeline's pallor and his expression turned grim.What was the museum thinking with that setup?Madeline arriv
Everyone's attention shifted their way.Sadie huffed. "What's up? You're not going to claim that painting's legit, are you? Can't handle a little defeat?"Sadie was not fooled. Madeline's chair was not like the rest.Madeline's seat was clearly cushier than the stiff wooden chairs they were stuck with.She had seen it with her own eyes, Trevon's assistant delivering the throne to Madeline.How could Trevon play favorites like that?They were all girls, all had shopped for the same two hours, so why was Madeline the only one who got to rest her legs?They brought her a chair, so why not one for Sadie too?She was left perching on that uncomfortable piece of wood, practically bruising her behind.To top it off, Trevon could not take his eyes off Madeline, which just added salt to the wound.It was Sadie who had triumphed, who had dazzled everyone!Madeline seemed taken aback by Sadie's snippy tone but did not dwell on it. She approached the painting and murmured, "The painting
Baxter was taken aback to see him. "Mr. Swanson, what brings you here?"The old man was none other than Jared Swanson, a retired bigwig from the Cultural Bureau.Jared let out a hearty laugh. "I've been here all along."He turned to Madeline and added, "You're quite the sensation, aren't you?"Madeline just smiled. "I guess I got lucky."Jared did not seem convinced and offered, "How about I witness this?"That would be fine.Baxter responded, "We'd be honored."Loads of shows would kill for a guest like Jared, and there he was, offering himself without them even asking.Sadie seemed to be the only one not thrilled about it, but she knew protesting then would be pointless, so she kept quiet.Since Oralia was close by, the group decided to head over there.Since Madeline's unveiling of the painting could not be broadcast, the live stream had to pivot to other topics to keep the audience engaged.After what felt like an eternity which was just an hour, the experts had finally