Orion's assistant mocked, "This kid knows nothing about antiques, and as for experience. Hell, he's barely old enough to drive! Just kneel before Mr. Kelce and admit you're wrong, kid. That's how youngsters like you should behave."

"These jerks are going too far," Francesca grumbled.

Andrew picked up both porcelain bowls, one in each hand, and asked with a smile, "Ms. Santana, these bowls are competition property, right?"

Elsie nodded, puzzled by his question. "Yes, Mr. Lloyd. Competition rules state that all antiques and items must be from registered dealers."

"Then I'd like to ask the owner of these bowls to step forward," Andrew announced loudly.

Orion laughed coldly. "Do you really think the owner would tell you which is real? Stop playing games and just admit you don't know anything."

"Patience. You'll be crying soon enough," Andrew replied with a smirk.

The bowls owner, an elderly man in a burgundy suit with kind eyes, stepped forward and said politely, "Young man,