Charles Zarate was furious, the aura on him immediately dissipated. He then looked at Harvey York, disdained.

“Young man, what are you saying? Master Naiswell had already concluded that the painting is indeed real, but you’re still here running your mouth. You’re not actually doubting his eyesight now are you?”

Shane Naiswell was the patriarch of treasury appraisal, who would dare to question his abilities?

A lowly live-in son-in-law not willing to admit that he’s wrong even after that, he tr