The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 147

Chapter 147:

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Whispers swirled among the spectators.

“None of us are experts, though. We shouldn’t rush to conclusions. Does anyone here have the expertise?” The question lingered in the ensuing silence.

They were merely spectators, unwilling to cause a stir just for amusement.

Diego, his expression a mix of emotions, spoke to Farris with respect.

“I know Donnelly Gilbert, a well-known antique collector. I could call him. His knowledge might help us clear this up. Would that work for you?”

Breaking his silence, Farris replied, “Diego, please, go ahead and call him.”

At this moment, in Timeless Treasures, Donnelly sat cross-legged on a mat, lifting a cup as he glanced at the man opposite him.

“I wonder what brings you to seek me out, Mr. Hopkins?”

Nate looked up at Donnelly, a subtle, inscrutable smile tugging at his lips.

“I heard you have some connections with the Ford family in Lyhaton.”

Hearing this, Donnelly’s eyes darkened, his gaze sharp as a blade directed at Nate.

“Mr. Hopkins, I don’t know much about your marriage arrangement with the Ford family, but let me be frank: you cannot touch the Ford family.” His calm tone carried an undercurrent of turbulent waves, ready to erupt at any moment.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding,” Nate replied calmly.

“I planned to visit the Ford family in a few days and wanted to know Mr. Carl Ford’s preferences, so I came to ask.”

Donnelly narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Nate.

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At that moment, an assistant entered, handing him a phone.

“Mr. Gilbert, it’s a call from someone named Diego Newman.”

Donnelly glanced at the assistant, took the phone, and stood up. When he spoke again, his voice had returned to its usual amiable tone.

“Diego, what can I do for you?”

On the other end, Diego recounted the situation with the Ashton family in detail. Donnelly’s eyes sharpened.

“Are you saying… a pen holder from the 19th century? That pen holder was unique to Timeless Treasures. Even counterfeits were rare on the market.”

He had been told that Corrine had purchased it that morning. How could it appear at the Ashton family home?

Diego said, “The Ashton family insists it’s a fake. Though it’s not my business, seeing that woman almost forced to kneel and apologize is heart-wrenching. That’s why I ask you to come and mediate.”

Donnelly pondered for a moment.

“Alright, give me a moment.”

He hung up and turned to Nate.

“Mr. Hopkins, I apologize. A friend has asked for my help, so I must leave temporarily.”

“Are you going to the Ashtons?” Nate stood up as well.

Donnelly nodded.

“Yes.”

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