Tobey Swift's face was gloomy, her fists clenched tightly, her fingertips almost embedded in her palm, but she stubbornly gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound, maintaining her last bit of dignity.
Xaviera Evans smiled lightly: "I dare to ask the shopkeeper, am I considered the winner now?"
The shopkeeper stood still for a few seconds, he did not expect Mr. Heninger to really show up, the legendary creator of the hollow jade ring porcelain vases.
Upon hearing Xaviera's words, he hurriedly nodded: "Indeed! You have won, Miss."
Tobey Swift lowered her head, her face twisted in anger. After a moment of silence, she slowly looked up and revealed a relieved smile, "I didn't realize this Miss was from the Heninger family. I was blind, and I lost."
Yigol Mamet snorted coldly: "Since you've lost, bring out the ancient painting!"
