Fake? Lumian's right eyebrow twitched, as if fate was mercilessly mocking Charlie.
Charlie had forsaken his fragile principles and bedded Madame Alice for days, only to get embroiled in a life-threatening lawsuit and lose his job as an apprentice attendant—all for a counterfeit diamond necklace?
For some reason, Lumian felt a sudden urge to defy fate.
This wasn't his problem, but he couldn't shake the feeling.
To hell with this inevitable destiny!
You mock me, so I'll mock and provoke you in return!
In that moment, Lumian began to grasp another aspect of the Provoker's acting principles, albeit crudely and imprecisely.
He eyed Charlie and asked thoughtfully, "Do you think Madam Alice lied to you, or did the pawnshop see your desperate situation, knowing you couldn't determine the necklace's authenticity, and use it as an excuse to offer the lowest possible price?"
