The real Henry looked at the humble Xenon. There was no warmth in his eyes, but the disdain in them was obvious.
"Ain't I a liar? Since when did you need to listen to a liar?"
At this moment, Xenon wanted to die. "I was blinded just now. Please give me another chance. As you can see, these clothes are treasures from the Louis XIV era. They have no value in my hands…"
"Then does it mean that you can hand it over to the National Museum for free?" Henry looked at this person who loved money as much as his life and could not help but sneer. He pushed Xenon's hand that was hugging his thigh away.
Xenon lay on the ground, his face red with embarrassment. However, he did not know what to do. Now, he even wanted to die.
He had spent money to buy this. Why should he donate it to the National Museum for free?
