Kingston took a deep breath; his expression also looked hideous. He turned around and whispered to Yvonne, "Is this the honorary antique appraiser you hired? For 50,000 bucks a month?"

'Even if our family has the money, that is no need to spend in such a reckless manner.'

Yvonne said nothing; a trace of shame flashed in her eyes.

The bald man laughed as though he had met his confidante; he patted Darryl's shoulder and said, "This brother is indeed knowledgeable!"

Darryl merely smiled.

Kingston stared at Darryl sternly and said coldly, "Tell me. How is this thing worth 500,000 bucks?"

'No, it is worth more than that! It's worth more than five million bucks! You will make a lot of money if you buy it.' Darryl thought to himself.

Then, he cleared his throat and said slowly, "Uncle Young, don't be anxious. I'll explain it to you. Uncle Young knows about Princess Wencheng, right?"

Kingston was a little impatient. When he heard the name, he was suddenly reminded of something, and hi