“A million is expensive!” Peter eximed in awe. “But I guess it’s pocket change for you.”


    “Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Larkin.” Gina smiled before turning toward Henry. “See? That’s Mr.


    Larkin’s present for you.‘


    “I


    Henry took out a magnifying ss to study the pattern before asking curiously, “How old did you say


    this was?”


    Zeb smiled. “A century old. Do you like it, sir?”


    Henry nodded. “It’s not bad…”


    Despite disliking Zeb, he was still interested in antiques of such value.


    Frank, however, was frowning. “That’s a hundred years old? Doesn’t really look like it.”


    Zeb’s heart could stop even as he turned to Frank in panic. “What are you talking about?”


    The real vase he bought before ended up in pieces–this time, he bought a bootleg item.


    However, the stall owner assured him that even with advanced technology, only specialists could see


    the difference.


    “Shut up!” Gina snapped at Frank again. “What would you know? And you don’t get to talk around this


    table!”


    “I don’t know my antiques,” Frank calmly replied. “But the patterns on the vase are drawn instead of


    printed, and the colors are too bright as well. Gramps, you should get some to appraise it, or it won’t do


    if someone recognized some bootleg antique you keep in your study.


    He did not know that much about antiques, but he had seen his fair share of treasures, especially


    porcin vases.


    That was why he could tell right away that Zeb’s was fake, and since the Lanes would not believe him if


    he said that, the best way was to get a specialist to appraise it.


    Henry nodded at Frank’s suggestion, but Gina–who had had enough of Frank for the day- promptly


    snapped, “Don’t listen to his nonsense, Henry. The way I see it, he’s just trying to drive a wedge


    between you and Mr. Larkin…”


    Henry frowned. “Frank’s just suggesting. What are you so worried about?”


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    “I…” Gina was stumped.


    She nced at Zeb and saw the awkward look on his face. Worried about upsetting him, she


    stubbornly persisted. “Mr. Larkin’s family is very rich. Why would he give you a bootleg item?”


    Cindy turned to Frank and demanded coldly in turn, “At least Mr. Larkin brought a present! What did


    you bring anyway?”


    Peter nodded repeatedly. “That’s right! You came empty–handed, didn’t you? That cheek of yours!”


    Frank simply smiled. “Of course I brought something. It’s Gramps‘ birthday.”


    He took out the velvet box he carried and picked up the painting from inside, passing it to Henry


    directly. “This is an art piece by Alfie Bronx himself. See if you like it?”


    “Really?!” Henry’s eyes lit up.


    Alfie Bronx’s relics were so rare that money could not even buy someone one!


    He quickly unfurled the painting, nodding as he admired the vibrant, vivid colors. “This is amazing…


    Where did you get it, Frank?”


    Frank smiled. “A friend gave it to me. It’s no big deal.”