Two days went by quickly.

Dustin and Simone visited a busy market in Somerton.

“My dad’s birthday is in a few days. He loves antiques, so let’s find something nice for him,” Simone said with a smile.

They were in the outer area of Hattan’s antique market, where street vendors had set up stalls selling various items. The place was packed with people.

After they entered, Simone looked around at the goods. She was clearly interested.

The vendors noticed her. They shouted earnestly and bragged about their antiques.

Dustin sighed and shook his head.

It was obvious Simone did not know anything about antiques. She got excited at everything she saw, and it made her an easy target for vendors who loved overcharging those who knew little about it.

“Ninety-nine percent of the stuff here is fake. Even if something’s real, it’s probably not worth that much,” Dustin said.

“You have knowledge of antiques?” Simone asked.

“A little,” Dustin said with a smile.

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