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.

Kings