Sasha sneered. "Yes, I do! Get lost if you know what's good for you. I'm telling you now that Ivan is here, too. Once he comes back from the restroom and sees you here, I guarantee you'll be dead meat."

Felix didn't want to waste time arguing with Sasha. However, it had been a while since he'd arrived at the antiques market, and the porcelain teapot was the only item that had caught his eye. Secondly, since Sasha had mentioned Ivan, it meant it wouldn't be long until she was out of his hair.

So, he told Mike, "10,100 dollars."

Sasha burst into laughter at that. "Get the hell out of here if you can't afford to buy anything. Stop acting like you're some big shot!"

Mike felt resigned. After some thought, he said, "Kiddo, you can't scare your competitors off with that sort of counteroffer. You need to offer an amount that shows you're serious about it."

He actually wanted to tell Felix off for only increasing the price by a hundred dollars. What if Sasha did the same? He would earn a