CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: APPRAISAL RESULTS—VICTORY FOR IVY SUMMERS!

"Wow... so beautiful..."

"Hmm?" Ivy Summers raised an eyebrow and asked.

Joy Quinn hadn’t recovered yet, she awkwardly raised her hand, "Um... Nina Summers asked when is Master Jennings coming?"

Ivy Summers was in contact, but after all, people are busy, and it takes time to come over.

"He’ll be here, first start with the other items."

Ivy Summers stood up and walked out, Joy Quinn couldn’t take her eyes off her.

They all say that under the auctioneer Zinnia’s veil is an ugly face.

Whoever said that must be blind, I’d love to tear that person’s mouth.

With such beautiful eyebrows and eyes, how ugly could the lower half of her face be?

The people in the auction hall had already gathered.

The extremely confident Nina Summers had already walked up to the auction stage, standing confidently and graciously under the spotlight.

Ivy Summers walked over and saw her.

Joy Quinn, who was beside her, was anxious, "Zinnia, she..."

Ivy Summers looked at the self-satisfied person on the stage, and there wasn’t a trace of panic in her beautiful eyes.

"Zinnia, aren’t you worried?"

"Why should I be worried?"

Panic arises from lack of confidence.

But Ivy Summers has it.

She has one hundred percent confidence.

So what’s there to be anxious about?

In the past, Ivy Summers had many things taken away from her.

Now, unless she doesn’t want it, no one can take it from her.

Ivy Summers stood there, a distant gaze landing on her.

Damien Lancaster, seated like an emperor at the front of the auction hall, slightly turned his head, his deep eyes watching the woman’s slender back.

Is this woman about to make a mistake?

Damien Lancaster motioned with his hand.

Julian Jacobs immediately came over, "Sir?"

"Go find an appraiser with the last name Jennings, do it quickly."

"Yes."

Rachel Shaw leaned close to Damien Lancaster, "Damien, thank you for accompanying me to the auction."

Damien Lancaster lightly raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

...

On the auction stage, Nina Summers stood there with a victor’s posture.

"Hello everyone, I’m tonight’s auctioneer, Nina Summers. The originally scheduled auctioneer was Miss Zinnia, but our Miss Zinnia was removed for defaming our client’s item as fake, isn’t that right, Miss Zinnia?"

Nina Summers intentionally brought it up on the spot just to ruin Ivy Summers’ reputation so no client would dare to approach her afterward.

Ivy Summers listened to the murmurs from the audience below and stepped forward. Her steps were brisk and carried a dominating aura as she stood in front of Nina Summers, her height giving her an advantage as she looked down at Nina Summers with indifferent eyes.

The moment the woman appeared, all eyes in the room were drawn to her.

Immediately, Nina Summers felt a strong pressure and bit her teeth hard as she looked at the woman.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that this woman resembled Ivy Summers too much, even the temperament was too similar.

But how could Ivy Summers have this kind of skill?

Nina Summers smirked, "Great Auctioneer Zinnia, you still won’t admit defeat? You said you’d bring Master Jennings to authenticate, where is he? You never invited him, right? Or is your claim an excuse to buy some time."

"Master Jennings will be here shortly."

"Heh, then let’s all wait with you for a few more minutes."

At this time, the audience was already in a heated discussion.

"Casually claiming a client’s item is fake, who’s gonna entrust them with auctions after this?"

"Exactly, I’ve heard Zinnia is a very capable auctioneer, how could this happen?"

"Famous at such a young age and wearing a veil, who knows what she did to climb up."

"But I’ve heard there’s an ugly face under that veil. Someone once offered ten million for her to take it off, and she refused; she must be too ugly to meet people."

Sneers could be heard.

Rachel Shaw from below and Nina Summers on the stage both curled their lips, looking at the person on stage as if enjoying a joke.

However, Ivy Summers was not flustered and glanced at her phone.

Master Jennings said he had arrived, and he had a good relationship with Ivy Summers, so he was more than willing to come help.

Actually, Master Jennings knows that Ivy Summers’ appraisal skills are on par with his. If she says it’s fake, there’s a ninety-nine percent chance she’s right, but because she’s still young, some people look down on her.

"Great Auctioneer Zinnia, are you not stepping down yet? Do you really plan on being dragged down? Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?" Nina Summers, arms crossed, stood on the auction stage looking at Ivy Summers, especially proud.

"How about you apologize right here, say ’Nina, I was wrong, I’ll never do it again,’ and I’ll let it go, not embarrassing you anymore, how about that?"

The microphone was right in front of Nina Summers, so her voice was loud and clear, echoing through the speakers to everyone present.

The discussions grew louder.

Damien Lancaster looked on with calm eyes, but his expression was darkening.

"I’m sorry, I’m late!" Master Jennings arrived just in time.

Nina Summers’ expression changed as she looked at the woman who remained composed beside her. Could she really have brought Master Jennings here?

How is that possible?

The newcomer was dressed in a traditional Chinese suit, with gray hair, but looked energetic.

Ivy Summers slightly bowed, "Master Jennings, sorry to trouble you."

Master Jennings smiled warmly, "It’s my duty."

Nina Summers’ expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. Even if she managed to bring Master Jennings here, what difference would it make? Authentic is authentic, and it wasn’t possible for their entire appraisal department to be wrong, she didn’t believe it.

So Nina Summers said, "Master Jennings, could you please authenticate on the spot whether this gourd bottle is real or not."

Master Jennings was well-known in the appraisal world, and seeing such a distinguished guest, the audience became even more excited and eager.

After carefully examining it, Master Jennings turned to Nina Summers, "Who said this gourd bottle is authentic?"

Nina Summers happily raised her hand, "Master Jennings, it was me."

Master Jennings glanced at her and exchanged a knowing look with Ivy Summers, who shook her head helplessly, and Master Jennings smiled knowingly.

"Young lady, you should go practice more before entering the antique world again."

Nina Summers’ smile widened even more, "Did you hear that, Great Auctioneer Zinnia, Master Jennings told you to go practice more."

"I was talking about you!" Master Jennings turned to Nina Summers.

Nina Summers’ heart skipped a beat, "Me?"

"Who else?"

Nina Summers’ face changed, "Master Jennings, you must be mistaken. I’m the one who claimed this gourd bottle is genuine."

"But this gourd bottle is merely a replica, not an authentic piece."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room erupted.

Nina Summers’ pupils constricted, "That’s impossible."

"Are you questioning me?"

With just one sentence from Master Jennings, Nina Summers had to lower her head, forcing a smile.

Master Jennings’ status was something that commanded great respect, not something a junior like her could question.

But how could this be?

A replica that no one noticed, yet Zinnia could identify it.

Could that supposed ugly woman really have such skills?

Nina Summers was internally dissatisfied.

Ivy Summers thanked Master Jennings and looked at Nina Summers, "Are you leaving by yourself or do I have to escort you down?"

Nina Summers still stood on the stage, glaring at Ivy Summers with wide eyes.

The people below finally realized who the real winner was.

Seeing Nina Summers refusing to leave the auction stage.

Someone grew impatient, "If you’ve lost, just step down quickly, don’t be a sore loser."

"Exactly, causing trouble and wasting everyone’s time, this auctioneer named Nina Summers, we’ll be filing a complaint against her later."

"Get off, quickly get off."

Nina Summers’ face turned blue then red from the people’s words below, looking extremely displeased.

In the end, she could only retreat embarrassedly.

Ivy Summers returned to her rightful place, "I’m very sorry everyone for wasting your time. This auction will now officially begin, and I am the auctioneer, Zinnia!"