Chapter 12: This gem is just an imitation.

Emma's expression was extremely unpleasant to look at.

Mrs. Brebeca glared at me with anger in her eyes as if she wanted to devour me alive.

"A dog's mouth can't speak human language!" I coldly retorted.

"Who are you cursing?" Mrs. Laelia lowered her face.

"I'm cursing all of you ignorant fools!"

"You..."

"I'm telling you that the bowl in my hand is an antique porcelain bowl, the Sangkhalok blue-glazed bowl!" I said.

"The Sangkhalok blue-glazed bowl?" Suddenly, an old man sitting to the left of Mr. Kurt Thompson spoke up.

This old man's name was Cuthbert Rodriguez, he was a friend of Mr. Kurt Thompson's and also one of the most famous antique appraisers in the world.

"Mr. Cuthbert Rodriguez, what's the matter?" Mr. Kurt Thompson immediately asked.

Mr. Cuthbert Rodriguez didn't answer Mr. Kurt Thompson but stood up and walked in front of me, asking, "Is the bowl you're holding a Sangkhalok blue-glazed bowl?"

"Exactly!"

"Can I see it?"

"Sure, but you can only look, not touch