Fakes within the antique industry were next to nothing. Since everyone worked in the same industry, even if they were fooled, they would just let it be

Losing money in this line of work only meant that the person wasn’t good enough. Others can’t be blamed.

But hiding a radioactive substance to harm others was the equivalent of alienating yourself within the industry.

Darren’s eyes twitched. A forced smile appeared on his face, as pristine as a white gem.

“Master Naiswell, this must be a mistake! I was the one that brought this here. I even appraised it myself since it has such a good texture. If there was anything wrong with it, I definitely wouldn’t sell it to you…”

“Cut the nonsense!”

Avel immediately cut Darren off.

“We’re all adults here. Let’s just cut to the chase. Since you’re trying to prove that you have no ill-intent, then that’s fine. Swallow this thing whole, then. Not only will I believe you, but I’ll also grovel and apologize to you! I’ll even let Flynn’s Antiques