Darren froze once more at Harvey’s words, then burst out laughing.

“What? So your way of beating us with reason was to buy the entire shop?”

“Are you venting, or just simply giving us money?”

Before, Faye anticipated Harvey’s next move. She couldn’t help but laugh, and then turned to Harvey with a derisive glare.

‘Venting by buying things? Is this a joke?’

‘There are so many things in Flynn’s Antiques, but not a single one of them is truly authentic.’

‘Even if Harvey could pick out a few of the authentic items with his brilliant eyes, it wouldn’t mean much for the shop anyways.’

‘Besides, picking out actual antiques would be free advertisement for the shop.’

‘If Harvey picked out fakes, then that’s his problem.’

‘But he seems so young. Does he even have skills to appraise antiques?’

Faye wouldn’t believe it. So-called antique appraisers needed years of experience. An ordinary person couldn’t distinguish between high and low imitations, let alone authentic and fake antiques.