A Warm Marriage After Rebirth

Seraphina Sterling pointed out everything she saw, one by one. Her analysis was both detailed and accurate. Michelle Galloway’s expression shifted, but she stubbornly held her ground. "The issues you’ve mentioned do exist, but that’s just because this Purple Clay Teapot has been around for so long. A little damage is to be expected."

Miles Galloway, however, remained silent. His gaze was locked on the Purple Clay Teapot, his expression growing increasingly rigid and grim.

"Fine. Even if you think all the issues I just raised are due to its age, I have one more piece of evidence!" With that, Seraphina Sterling picked up the worn Purple Clay Teapot. "If I’m not mistaken, this teapot was mass-produced. The body is too light, which means other types of clay were likely mixed in. Based on these three points, I am one hundred percent certain this Purple Clay Teapot is nothing more than a high-quality imitation!"

Michelle Galloway fell silent, unable to think of a rebuttal.

Miles Galloway’s expression was ghastly. He clutched the Purple Clay Teapot tightly, his previously composed, masterly air vanishing in an instant. ’Fake! It’s actually fake! How can this be? This is the one I spent five million on! Five million, lost in the blink of an eye! How could this happen?’

The crowd erupted in an uproar!

My god! Seraphina Sterling actually won against the owner of Serenity Antiques! This was unbelievable! Seraphina was just a high school student, while Mr. Galloway was the patriarch of the Galloway family! The number of rare and precious antiques that had passed through his hands was staggering. He had appraised countless items that were notoriously difficult to authenticate, yet who would have thought he would be defeated by a high schooler today! It just goes to show, even a master can have a blind spot.

Who knew a small Purple Clay Teapot could be so complex, so particular! There was so much to it! What on earth was going on in Seraphina Sterling’s head? How did she know all of this in such vivid detail?

My god!

Was Seraphina Sterling really a high school student like them? This was just too incredible. They were high school students, too, their minds filled with math, science, literature, and foreign languages. At most, they might practice calligraphy, study an extra language, or learn to paint! Even with just that, they felt their daily lives were hard enough, and of course, they considered themselves far superior to their peers.

But compared to Seraphina Sterling, they were complete jokes, weren’t they!

The girl had not only mastered five foreign languages, but she was also versed in the art of tea, and even understood collectibles like Purple Clay Teapots in such detail! How could anyone be so accomplished? It was true what they say: comparisons are killer.

"Mr. Galloway, it seems you agree with my assessment." Seraphina Sterling met Miles Galloway’s imposing gaze, her voice perfectly calm. "This Purple Clay Teapot, which passed the inspection of all the Appraisers at your Serenity Antiques, is merely a high-quality imitation."

Even after defeating a team of professional Antique Appraisers, Seraphina Sterling showed no pride or conceit, not even a flicker of excitement. It was as if this were just another ordinary, everyday occurrence. This attitude, this composure, made many people admire the seventeen-year-old high schooler all the more.

Still reeling from the enormous loss, Miles Galloway was snapped back to reality by Seraphina Sterling’s question. ’This isn’t just about misjudging one antique and losing five million anymore!’ he thought. ’This has escalated to the very survival of Serenity Antiques!’

’There are reporters here today. If this gets out, Serenity Antiques is finished! Who would ever spend money at an antique shop that authenticated a fake? What if they got home only to find they’d bought a forgery?’