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Charles would only dislike her more. Samuel opened his mouth. "Since both parties have no objections and all the experts are here, we can start the appraisal right now." "Let me first introduce the experts of the appraisal team. This is one of the members of the Ambrollum City Antiques Association, Mr. Jones. He's a renowned antique appraisal expert. This is Professor Williams from the department of archeology at Union College, and this is …" All the experts that Samuel had invited were leaders in the industry. It would be impossible to bribe them to cheat, so everyone was assured.

Cedrick's words represented authority, and there was not a soul that would doubt Mason Group's jewelry appraiser. The organizer, Jones, beamed. "That's great! It's wonderful that you're willing to help, Mister Mason..." He hastily commanded his men to set up the projector so that everyone could see the appraising process and proof of who was right. Catelyn waited quietly for the appraiser to get online. Soon, the appraiser's face appeared before the enormous screen in the middle of the hall.

Another pause followed shorter than the former. "I’ll seat with the board of the Oakhaven Community of House Agents. They are the main professional body responsible for property consultants in the neutral territory. Membership gives you formal recognition, access to the referral network, and a listing in the directory that every serious developer in this city uses when they're looking for representation." She paused. "I'll put in a recommendation. I'll talk to them. I know you'll make me and the rest of the team proud.” Something warm settled in my chest. "Thank you." I appreciated her.

"I've always wanted to meet you, Ms. Fischer. I didn't expect to come across such a chance today. I suppose it was worth it to come all the way here." Graham didn't waste any time and turned to inspect the accessories laid out on the trays, which had been removed by the models moments ago. "The two appraisers who just assessed are globally renowned experts, and I fear I might be arrogant to make any comments in front of them. "Still, I must admit that the two experts thoroughly examined without overlooking any flaws. I also admire Light Moon Designs' high standards for jewelry. "The minor flaw in the third set could be easily fixed within just a few minutes, and it wouldn't affect the produc

"There are only four appraisers on this show. It's hard for us to determine who's right or wrong here. If Claude believes that we were wrong in our appraisal, we can get more renowned experts in the industry to privately reevaluate the results. Will Mr. Beaumont of the Capeton Museum and Mr. Xanders of the Justa Workshop do?" "Do you have any objections to the arrangement, Claude?" The words pushed Calista into a corner with no way to retaliate. "What a coincidence. Mr. Xanders and I are right here. We can appraise the item right now if the show will allow it." Augustus and Jacob, who were among the audience, got to their feet. The host wasn't in a position to say no. Setting their identitie

Because desperation talks. Confidence waits. The doors opened again. A new man entered, flanked by assistants, carrying specialized equipment. He walked with authority, eyes sharp, expression neutral. “This is Mr Halden,” Kael announced proudly. “The best appraiser in the region. Works directly with the Lightning League’s certified vendors.” That got murmurs. Confidence surged back into the room. Halden approached the display and nodded politely to no one in particular. “Let’s begin.” He examined the first item.

One of them exclaimed in surprise. Another asked with a skeptical look put on. "Are you sure someone that young is okay to trust with valuable works of arts? How can you all be sure that his appraisals are correct." The amiable-looking staff who was in his early thirties smiled and proudly said, "We assure you that all of our appraisers are masters. Mr. Smith too. He only looked young. But actually, he has accomplished many feats that not even those working for thirty years in the field would be able to match."

A man in a tailored grey suit was sitting across from him, sipping coffee while looking over a series of legal documents spread out on the table. "Elara, you’re up," Alaric said. His tone was clipped, stripped of the raw vulnerability he’d shown by the window. "This is Mr. Halloway. He’s the lead appraiser for the Thorne estate." I stopped at the edge of the rug, my hand gripping the strap of my bag. "The appraiser? Already?" Mr. Halloway looked up and offered a polite, professional smile. "Good morning, Ms. Thorne. We’re just finalizing the inventory for the auction. We need to verify a few items from the main house before the listing goes live."

If anything, he seemed more guarded and stern. “Carl Fairchild,” my father said, extending his hand. “If your appraiser missed the signature, I do hope you found another before he got too far.” Mr. Belrose took his hand. “That's why I hired you. According to the head of the Society of Appraisers, you are the best at what you do. You and your staff come highly recommended.” My father's chest puffed out slightly in pride. “Thank you, sir. I'd like to think that we are.” He wrapped a heavy arm over my shoulder. “My daughter here is certainly the best art appraiser I've ever met.”