The few antique store owners broke into laughter, as Yvonne bit her lips tightly. She looked at Darryl silently, feeling troubled.

The blood tear jade in front of her, no matter the material, color, or craftsmanship, matched the information she researched before this. Why would he claim that it was a fake?

Yvonne thought that Darryl was not the same as what people used to describe him as. It was unexpectable that after meeting him, he was indeed a useless person. No wonder everyone despised