A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

Evelyn strutted in with a man in a loud floral shirt. The man had a large belly, and his face was greasy with acne. Despite his age, he was trying far too hard to look trendy.

Teri, visibly annoyed, snapped, “Evelyn, what are you doing here?”

Evelyn patted the man’s shoulder, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Obviously, I’m here with my boyfriend to pick out some gifts. What? You two don’t want these things, but I can’t take a look? What’s the harm in that?”

Teri shot back with a smirk. “Oh, a new boyfriend, huh? And he’s bringing you here to pick out second- hand gifts? Does that mean he thinks second–hand is all you’re worth?”

Evelyn’s perfectly made–up face darkened immediately She huffed, “If you can shop here, why can’t I? Just taking a look around, is that illegal?”

Seeing that another argument was about to break out, I quickly pulled Teri back. However, still fuming, turned to the appraiser and demanded, “Get this woman out of here. She’s ruining

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The appraiser looked uncomfortable. “Well… Ms. Snow is a regular client here as well. Perhaps we could finish the appraisal first and discuss prices afterward?

But Evelyn wasn’t about to back down. She turned to the appraiser and said sweetly, “Actually, I’d buy some of her items. Isn’t that how business works? You can’t refuse a paying customer, right?”

The man in the floral shirt chimed in, his voice loud and obnoxious, “Exactly! We’re not here to play around. If you’re not interested in doing business, we’ll take our money elsewhere!”

A wave of irritation washed over me. It was obvious that Evelyn had come here to pick a fight, still holding a grudge over what happened last time when Teri had slapped her.

I tugged at Teri’s arm, trying to calm her down, and turned to the appraiser. “Please continue the appraisal. Once it’s done, Ms. Snow can take her pick.

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The appraiser looked like he’d never been in such an awkward situation before, clearly unsure of how to handle it. Nevertheless, he resumed his work, meticulously appraising the items amid the tense atmosphere.

There were ten necklaces in total, all from luxury brands. They were made of high–quality gold and adorned with diamonds, though the materials themselves weren’t worth much–it was mostly the brand name inflating their value.

There were also five brooches. While these were also made of high–quality gold, the gemstones on them held more value.

One of the brooches was particularly rare, a limited–edition piece estimated at 120 thousand dollars. The rest, such as the earrings and studs, were worth much less, around 20 thousand dollars or 30 thousand dollars each, nothing remarkable.

When the appraisal was done, I turned to Evelyn with a calm smile. “Ms. Snow, didn’t you want to buy something? Feel free to choose whatever you like. I’ll cover the transaction fees once the sale is finalized.

Evelyn picked up the most expensive brooch, her lips curling in mock distaste. “This brooch… well, I suppose it’s decent. But honestly, it’s so ugly! Who on earth picked this out? The person clearly has no

taste.”

Teri couldn’t hold back any longer. “I knew it! You can never say anything nice, can you? If you’re going to

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buy, just buy. If not, then get lost. We don’t need your money.”

Evelyn flashed Teri a fake smile, her voice saccharine. Who says I’m not buying? I’m just saying the brooch is a bit unattractive, that’s all.”

As she spoke, she began criticizing each piece of jewelry on the table, tearing them down one by one as if they were worthless.

Teri’s face was stormy, on the verge of exploding, but remained calm. Finally, Evelyn threw up her hands theatrically and turned to the man in the floral shirt.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Honey, none of these look good. Let’s just go to the boutiques instead.”

The man in the floral shirt seemed a bit reluctant. But before he could respond, I smiled at him and said, ” Sir, Ms. Snow has very refined taste. That brooch, for example, would cost around 250 thousand dollars at a boutique. You’ll definitely find more impressive pieces, but they’ll be quite a bit more expensive.”

The man’s eyes widened, and he blurted out, “What? That tacky thing costs that much?”

He barely finished the sentence before Evelyn dug her nails into his arm hard.

Grimacing, he quickly corrected himself. “I mean, no problem! If Evy likes it, I don’t mind spending a little more.”

But it was obvious from his face that he was already regretting it.

I chuckled and picked up a pearl necklace from the table. “You’re right. This one here, for example, is almost brand new. I’ve never even worn it. At the boutique, it’s a steal for only 50 thousand dollars”

“50 thousand dollars?” The man spluttered, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. “That’s robbery! And the appraiser just said the pearls are fake!”

I blinked innocently. “That’s true, but it’s a designer piece, and that’s the price at the boutique. Of course, as second–hand, it’s much cheaper, around 15 thousand dollars.”