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The Peremptory Casey Davies novel Chapter 142

Hogu didn't know what Casey wanted these things for, but he didn't dare to slight him, and immediately gave the security guard a sign.

The security nodded and immediately went to prepare what Casey needed.

Everyone looked at Casey wonderingly, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Abraham frowned immediately after hearing what Casey had said. He thought of a possibility, but he was not sure.

“It couldn’t be so coincidental. If that's the case, then I'm afraid no one can compare with Casey's eyesight.” Abraham muttered to himself.

Caleb only felt that Casey was playing mystery, and said disdainfully, “Casey, this is just an imitation. No matter how you do it, you can't work something out. I think you are just jealous of my master that he knew the origin of this painting at a single glance. You are just scared.”

When everyone heard what Caleb said, they all nodded, thinking that what he said was reasonable.

Although the middle-aged man said just now that this painting did not count, the fact that Abraham knew the origin of this painting at a glance had made everyone think that Abraham's level was above Casey.

The reason why Casey still wanted to make a fuss about this painting was just struggling.

“I feel that from this painting, I can already tell who is better, and there is no need to continue.”

“That's right, Mr. Abraham can tell whether this painting is authentic or not at a glance, but Casey actually said that this painting is not that simple. How ridiculous! I don't think they need to do another one.”

“Although Casey's appraisal was almost as good as Mr. Abraham's just now, this painting is the key to telling the abilities of them. How can this not be counted? I think the result of this competition is out.”

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There was a lot of discussion, and they all fell to Abraham's side and demanded to stop the competition. They felt that the competition had already had its result.

Abraham looked at Casey triumphantly, and said, “Casey, you are outstanding, but it seems that I am still better than you. Do you want to continue?”

“You didn't even see the subtlety of this painting, how dare you to say that you are better than me, don't you feel ashamed?” Casey smiled.

Abraham's face turned livid immediately, and he said coldly, “You are really arrogant and ignorant!”

Caleb glared at Casey, and said disdainfully, “It's just an imitation. How could that be subtle. Don't be irrational. You are just wasting everybody’s time.”

The middle-aged man also glanced at Casey with a little dissatisfaction. After all, the painting was his, and Casey took it directly just now, which made him very unhappy.

“Fellow, give it back to me. This is really just an imitation. It’s fine if you don't recognize it. After all, you are still much younger than Mr. Abraham. It is normal for your ability to be inferior to him.” The middle-aged man said.

“Right, don’t be irrational just because you are not good as Mr. Abraham. Can you surpass Mr. Abraham at such a young age? You can’t." Many people also shouted.

For a while, everyone in the yard began to make their own judgments, and no one supported Casey.

Caleb smiled and glanced at Casey, thinking that he was not that good. He had recognized that this painting was an imitation just now, but Casey hadn't.

The appraising skills he showed before was probably just luck. Maybe Casey happened to have seen that thing before, so he could go into more details.

“Casey, stop struggling. I think the result of this competition have come out. You are far worse than my master. Admit it!”

Caleb felt excited when he thought that Casey would bark in front of everyone after being defeated.

Seeing everyone like this, Casey did not panic at all, but smiled and looked at the middle-aged man, and said, “Since you think this is just an imitation, why don't you sell it to me? Then there should be no trouble however I do with it.”

The middle-aged man was taken aback that Casey wanted to buy his painting.

But soon a joking smile appeared on his face, and he said, “Okay, since you want to buy it, then I will sell it to you. I bought this painting for two thousand dollars. Don't you say that this painting is not that simple? How about 200,000? Will you take it?”

Everyone laughed. A painting worth 20,000 were sold for 200,000. Only a fool would buy it.

“Yes, give me your bank account, and I'll transfer money to you.” Casey said.

People were stunned, and everyone could tell that the middle-aged man was teasing Casey, saying that he was selling paintings for 200,000 dollars, just to embarrass Casey.

But they didn't expect that Casey actually planned to buy it.

The middle-aged man glanced at Casey with some uncertainty, and asked, “Are...are you sure you want to buy this painting for 200,000 dollars?”

“Yes, give me your account.” Casey said firmly.

The middle-aged man stared at Casey for a while, thinking that there must be something wrong with his head. But since there was a chance to make money, he certainly would not miss it. After all, he would earn 99 times more than the cost.

“OK then, you can't regret it. I will give you my account right away.” The middle-aged man said.

Casey called the bank manager. As a black card owner, Casey could ask the bank to transfer money for him anytime and anywhere, and there was no limit of it.

Edith looked at Casey with a bit of worries, wondering whether to stop him. After all, everyone said it was an imitation painting, and the middle-aged man also explained that it was bought for two thousand dollars. It would be a real loss to spend 200,000 to buy it.

But Casey bought the painting with his own money, and she couldn’t say much about it, and did not speak.

At this time, she suddenly wanted to go to the restroom, so she went alone.

the Gray Mansion was very large, and there was no indication. Now that everyone was staring at Casey, Edith could only look for the restroom by herself.

She walked through several courtyards and finally saw a place with a restroom sign, and hurried over.

Just when she came out, she ran into Zane who was depressed.

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