I Spy With My Secret Eyes

Chapter 133

Jenifer was left dumbfounded. She might not believe Oliver’s words, but she absolutely trusted Mr. Cole!

In the appraisal world in the Southern area, Mr. Cole was a prominent figure. His status had reached a level where if he declared a counterfeit as genuine, no one would doubt its authenticity. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Likewise, if Mr. Cole claimed a genuine item to be fake, there was no doubt that it would be considered counterfeit.

In the southern area, Mr. Cole’s appraisals were considered a law unto themselves.

Certainly not to say that Mr. Cole would genuinely misidentify a fake as real or vice versa. His eye for detail and expertise were unparalleled, and his appraisals had always been infallible.

What astonished Jenifer even more was Mr. Cole’s statement that the definitive results would only come after the chemical analysis process, which would take approximately 12 hours

Mr. Cole’s initial appraisal was just based on a visual assessment.

But how did that seemingly young man know that the three bottles were counterfeits with just a quick look? He didn’t even

touch the wine.

Did Oliver collude with the manager of this hotel to scam Jenifer?

No, that didn’t make sense.

Jenifer immediately dismissed the idea. If it were a scam orchestrated between them, why would Oliver expose it right there

and then?

Exposing the scam meant Jenifer wouldn’t fall for it, so that didn’t add up.

Jenifer shot another glance at the female manager, whose face turned pale. The manager was panicking and hastily assured Jenifer, and then said, “Miss Woods, I absolutely wouldn’t deceive you, truly, I wouldn’t dare… I’ll call Mr. Simmons right away. He’s the one who acquired this wine.”

Jenifer remained silent, but the female manager was nearly trembling. She knew well the power and influence of Jenifer’s family. She was in no position to cross them.

The call was made, and after a quick conversation, the female manager told Jenifer, “Miss Woods, Mr. Simmons said he’ll rush back right away. Please wait a moment.”

Jenifer ignored her and instead glanced at Oliver.

However, Oliver couldn’t be bothered with her and continued to dine and drink with Manuel, Wayne, and Simon.

Manuel took a big bite of Archulea lobster meat and then asked Oliver quietly, “Oliver, how did you… just glance at it and know the wine was fake?”

Oliver chuckled and replied, “Don’t you know what I’m good at? I might not have any other skills, but I’m pretty good at appraisals. No matter what it is, I can tell if it’s real or fake with just one look.”

Manuel gave a hearty “Oh” and remembered Oliver’s talent in stone gambling. This further boosted his confidence in their upcoming venture of gambling on wood, expecting substantial profits.

For Manuel, making a few million dollars was no longer a significant amount of money because Oliver could easily earn hundreds of millions of dollars.

Jenifer was not only beautiful but also talented. Growing up in the wealthy Woods family, she was always the center of attention, which fostered her domineering personality. She was accustomed to being in the spotlight and thought the world revolved around herself

However, now Oliyer didn’t spare her a second glance, and this young man displayed remarkable appraisal skills. This piqued her curiosity.

Meanwhile, the female manager anxiously waited for Mr. Simmons’s arrival, and Jenifer’s three friends were somewhat at a loss.

At their table, Oliver and the others continued eating and drinking, seemingly unaware of the commotion.

After some contemplation, Jenifer decided to approach Oliver and said, “Hello, I’m Jenifer. May I ask who you are?”

Oliver casually responded, “We’re here for tourism. There’s no need for someone like you, a wealthy young lady, to get to know us.”

Jenifer was taken aback, and her face showed a hint of embarrassment.

Jenifer’s attempt to be friendly was coldly rebuffed.

All of a sudden, Jenifer’s three friends were furious, rushing over to berate Oliver and said,

“Who do you think you are? So arrogant!”

“What’s with your attitude? Don’t you know the reputation of the Woods family?”

“You’ve offended our Miss Woods. You’ll regret this!”

Oliver just sneered and replied, “We’re not thieves or robbers, so I’m not afraid of anyone.”

Seeing that this young man was unyielding, Jenifer became even more curious. She gestured for her friends to calm down and then quietly returned to her seat.

Manuel, who had thoroughly enjoyed the meal, was exhilarated. Oliver had indeed proven himself to be a talented individual, not merely a product of luck.

Making over 40,000 dollars from this meal alone was a pleasant surprise for Manuel. He had booked the presidential suite to ensure that Oliver had a comfortable stay. Little did he know that Oliver would earn such a substantial amount of money just from their dinner. Perhaps the money he just made even could cover the cost of their stay in the hotel.

Wayne and Simon ate their meals swiftly and neatly, as if a gust of wind swept away the last remnants of clouds. Manuel and Oliver, on the other hand, were less concerned with etiquette, focusing on getting full, and that was all that mattered

After the meal, the four of them prepared to return to their rooms.

However, Jenifer couldn’t resist stopping Oliver and said, “Let’s chat for a moment.”

When Jenifer approached Oliver, Wayne moved to stand between them. He would have beaten Jenifer if she were not just a young lady who couldn’t fight.

Oliver calmly responded, “What is there to talk about? We’ve eaten and drunk our fill. It’s time to rest.”

One of Jenifer’s friends rushed over, irritated, and said, “Are you going to sleep right after eating and drinking? Are you a pig or something?”

Oliver’s expression darkened.

Jenifer hesitated for a moment and then said, “I noticed you have a remarkable ability to appraise wine. Are you a professional appraiser? Can you also appraise other things?”

Oliver glanced at her and casually said, “The Hermes bag you’re carrying is a limited edition, but the bag itself is a high grade imitation.”

Jenifer was once again-stunned. She took her bag and examined it carefully. This bag was a recent purchase from a local luxury boutique, and she was a long-time customer there, a diamond VIP.

After scrutinizing it for a while, to be honest, Jenifer couldn’t discern the authenticity. But she looked at Mr. Cole, who was still examining the three bottles of wine, and said, “Mr. Cole, could you take a look at my bag?”

Mr. Cole took the bag and only looked at it for a couple of minutes before delivering his verdict, “This is a high-quality imitation bag.”

Jenifer’s expression once again changed.

Jenifer was genuinely upset. No one had ever dared to question the authenticity of the bag she carried because, given her family’s wealth and status, it was unthinkable for her to own a fake one.

So, the luxury boutique, owned by one of Jenifer’s friends, had been providing her with high-quality imitations.

What made Jenifer even angrier was that her friend owned the luxury boutique, where each bag cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and she spent at least millions of dollars there each year.

Besides bags, there were also clothes, and Jenifer couldn’t be sure if they were authentic either. If the bags turned out to be high-quality imitations, how could she guarantee the authenticity of the clothing?

Jenifer immediately turned to Mr. Cole and said, “Mr. Cole, I have to trouble you today. Could you come to my place and check all my bags, clothes, and everything else? I just discovered today that sometimes, people can be so…”

Mr. Cole nodded and added in a low voice, “It’s always dangerous to make a fortune in a devious way. In this day, very few can resist the temptation of money. Even your best friend will try to scam you for money.”