Chapter 565
The living room was silent for a few seconds as palpable shock flashed across everyone’s eyes.
No one could believe it.
The legendary top-tier master, rumored to dictate authenticity with a single glance and crush countless veteran appraisers, was actually such a young woman.
But she carried Quentin Pierce’s token of trust.
Helena was the first to snap out of it. Forcing down her panic, she gestured to the several boxes of jewelry placed before them.
“Master Lyra, please help me inspect these. This batch represents my lifetime collection of rare pieces. I beg you to examine them carefully p>
As soon as she finished speaking, Helena noticed something was wrong.
There should have been more than just these few boxes, and it was obvious that one of these boxes belonged to Celeste.
She immediately glared at her subordinates. “Are you sure this is everything? There should be more p>
The subordinate replied, “The store clerk said some pieces were rented out. Since Mr. Devereux wasn’t there, we had no choice but to bring these back first p>
Glancing nervously at Helena, he added, “Everything that was in the store is right here p>
Helena didn’t have the energy to worry about the rest right now.
She ordered the maids to serve tea while inviting the master to sit, simultaneously having the staff display the jewelry.
Lyra’s gaze landed on the rows of jewelry boxes.
She didn’t rush closer; instead, she casually swept her eyes over them before slowly taking a seat.
She placed her tool kit on the coffee table and opened it, retrieving her instruments.
After slipping on her gloves, she picked up an emerald necklace nearby, holding it under the desk lamp to examine it meticulously.
Everyone in the living room held their breath.
Helena gripped the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.
Celeste sat in her wheelchair, her hands clasped tightly over her knees, wearing an expression of forced calm masking deep anxiety.
Lyra observed it for about three minutes.
She set the emerald necklace down and picked up a yellow diamond bracelet next to it.
After inspecting several pieces in a row, she remained completely silent.
Helena tried to glean some information from her expression, but the young woman was so composed it seemed as though she was born without the ability to show emotion.
Helena was sweating bullets, and the matriarch stared at Lyra’s hands with intense gravity.
Only Celeste sat serenely in her wheelchair. Positioned behind the two older women, not a single trace of panic could be seen in her eyes.
The living room was so quiet they could hear the ticking of the clock.
Lyra finished examining all the jewelry.
She placed her magnifying glass back into the tool kit, took off her gloves, and finally looked up at Helena.
“How is it?” Helena’s voice was painfully tight.
Lyra remained silent for a moment: before looking at Helena’s red-rimmed eyes and speakingTM softly. Mrs. Sterling these are alk. forgeries p>
Boom!
Helena’s entire body violently jerked, as if her blood had instantly frozen solid. Her ears rang loudly.
It was as though all the bones had been removed from her body, and she collapsed weakly onto the floor.
The matriarch beside her was equally stunned.
“How is that possible?! Out of hundreds of pieces, not a single one is authentic p>
She hurriedly turned to Lyra, her voice trembling. “Young lady, is it because there are too many items, and you didn’t see clearly? Why don’t you take a break and look again carefully p>
Lyra’s expression remained perfectly composed. “If you do not trust my judgment, Madam, you are entirely welcome to hire other appraisers.
Since I have delivered a conclusion, I stand by my words p>
At this point, who would dare question Master Lyra’s authority?
The matriarch was instantly rendered speechless.
Sitting on the floor, Helena’s last shred of hope was entirely shattered.