Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Who Sent the Counterfeit?
Yigol Mamet coldly glanced at Carmine Salt and said, “Miss Swift, let me make things clear so that there’s no misunderstanding about my sister-in-law, Mrs. Mamet. She’s the wife of the Mamet family, do you really think she would be interested in your thirty-million-dollar ancient painting? What a joke!”
Carmine was speechless.
The crowd seemed to understand now: it was Miss Swift who had initiated the bet, causing Mrs. Mamet to stake her billion-dollar necklace, while she had only put up a thirty-million-dollar painting.
Miss Swift had lost and was now unwilling to hand over the painting, which was indeed inappropriate.
Tracy Swift’s face was ashen, and she forced herself to suppress her anger. She spoke in a gentle tone, “A few days ago, I bet with Mrs. Mamet. I’ve lost the ‘Early Winter Snow Painting’, and I’ll give it to her once this banquet is over.”
Carmine Salt was still not satisfied. “It was just a casual bet, does she really have to...”
“A casual bet? Miss Swift, you bet with my sister-in-law on who could find the world’s top porcelain master. You, a member of the porcelain family, dared to make such a bet with her. Tsk tsk...”Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Yigol Mamet sneered, the meaning clear: betting on something only she was an expert in and making others stake valuable items, it seemed like Tracy Swift was in the wrong!
“Didn’t Miss Swift give ‘Thousand Character Longevity’? How come Mrs. Mamet gave the same?”
“Could it be a mix-up? Maybe when registering it in the backyard, they accidentally switched it. When Miss Swift entered, we all saw her carrying the ‘Thousand Character Longevity’, how did it now end up with Mrs. Mamet?”
“Mrs. Mamet, the gift you’re bringing can’t be ‘Thousand Character Longevity’, right? Even if you forgot to prepare a gift yourself, you can’t just give someone else’s gift to someone!”
Startled for a few seconds, Tracy Swift feigned amazement, “Mrs. Mamet, this is my gift! How did it end up with you? And it even has your name on it.”
Just as Yigol was about to speak, Carmine Salt suddenly interrupted, “No, this isn’t Tracy’s painting. This one has an extra ink mark on it, while Tracy’s was clean and spotless.”
“How can there be two ‘Thousand Character Longevity’ paintings? Sir Whitman only made one! Could one of them be a counterfeit?”
Someone had brought a counterfeit gift to the Mamet family’s longevity banquet, and if this were to spread, the person would be utterly humiliated and never be able to show their face in upper-class society ever again.
One was the daughter of the porcelain family, and the other was Caleb Mamet’s wife. Both had high statuses, so how could they have given counterfeit gifts?
Boyd Drew stepped forward, speaking gently, “Why not have a professional appraise it then? We can’t accept a counterfeit, can we, Mr. Caleb Mamet?”
Caleb Mamet looked at the man before him. His memory was somewhat blurry, but he was clear about Boyd Drew’s identity; he was the person who replaced him as the legitimate heir.