Chapter 340 The Genuine Article is With Me
"The color of this Go set seems rather exquisite and translucent as well; especially the board, gleaming and moist. Could a fake really achieve such quality? Impossible!" Mrs. Wentworth was clearly skeptical of Abella's assertion.
Mrs. Talbot was also inclined to assist the Allen family. “Did Abella only notice the discrepancy by comparing it against the picture of the chess set she saw online? You can't completely trust the photos on the internet; after all, pixel differences can lead to discrepancies in what you see. You must trust what your eyes see; only what you see with your own eyes is the truth.”
Phillipe, supporting Abella's slender waist, spoke out in defense, "Just now, it was Mrs. Wentworth who asked my fiancée for her opinion. She simply gave her opinion and meant no offense. She’s right, this chess set does indeed look rather ordinary. Have we reached a point where we disregard opinions that much and resort to flattery?"
His words not only embarrassed the Allen family but also put Mrs. Wentworth and Mrs. Talbot in an awkward spot.
"Phillipe, do you really think so too?" Calla bit her lower lip. Clearly, Phillipe was defending this girl and even calling her his fiancée! What method had she used!
"Perhaps consider a different form of address in the future." Phillipe said to Calla, his gaze and tone indifferent, "We've only met a few times; we're not that close. Such familiarity could lead to misunderstandings."
Mr. Allen, seeing Phillipe repeatedly standing up for the young girl and causing discomfort to his precious granddaughter, couldn't help but try to smooth things over. “Calla knew the old lady loved playing Go and spent a lot of effort using her connections to acquire this. It's a sign of her filial piety to the old lady. Now, having it called a counterfeit must be upsetting. The Allen family would not stoop to deceiving with a fake.”
Sitting at the head of the table, Madam Bourbon smiled gracefully and said, "Whether this chess set is genuine or fake, I appreciate Calla's intention, but I can't accept such an extravagant gift for no reason. You should take it back."
After finishing her statement, Madam Bourbon closed the lid and instructed the butler to place the gift on the coffee table in front of Calla. The message was clear: Take this item with you when you .
"Abella, come over to grandma," Madam Bourbon beckoned her.
Abella was led to sit between Madam Bourbon and Mr. Bourbon. Patting the back of Abella's hand affectionately, Madam Bourbon said, "Grandma loves a child who speaks the truth. I've seen too many circumlocutions over the years; it's your straightforwardness that I respect!"
Her words worsened the appearance of those present.
"Young people should be like this; it reminds me of my own youth," Madam Bourbon continued, her words followed by laughter.
Calla, sitting on the sofa, was clearly not convinced. "Grandma, Abella hasn't told me what's fake about this Go set!" If Abella couldn’t give a reason, she absolutely wouldn’t let it go.
Madam Bourbon had already shifted the conversation elsewhere, but now with Calla bringing it up again, the atmosphere once more turned delicate.
“It's possible that Calla is puzzled. How could this Go set be a fake? Is it that Abella made a mistake or doesn't recognize its value?” Mrs. Talbot chimed in to help, "What Abella questions is not only the authenticity of the Go set but also Calla's sincerity towards the old lady."
"To doubt my possessions is one thing, but to doubt my feelings for the old lady, that's unacceptable!" Calla was clearly looking for an excuse to vent her frustration, "Please, Abella, do tell, where is the Go set fake?"
Mr. Allen feigned generosity, chuckling, "Kids nowadays love to make a fuss over trifles. Let the children sort it out themselves. We adults should just watch as if it's a play, they are all still young and earnest. Come, come, Sir, Madam, let's continue our tea."
Not stopping his granddaughter but rather intentionally letting her cause a scene was his way of spoiling her to the core.
Mr. Bourbon was somewhat displeased. If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Allen had saved his son's life years ago, he would have already kicked them out, not bothering to give them face.
Just as Mr. Bourbon was about to intervene, Abella spoke up.
"Grandfather, grandmother, please enjoy your tea." Abella handed Mr. Bourbon his tea and gave water to Madam Bourbon, speaking gently, "Since Miss Allen insists on an explanation, I shall give her one, to put an end to her doubts."
Madam Bourbon, seeing the girl's spirit, smiled, "Alright, then you two discuss. We won't interfere."
Hearing Madam Bourbon wouldn't intervene, Calla was even more pleased, "Then please, Abella, do tell. We're all ears!"
Abella's gaze rested on her, with neither humility nor arrogance in her tone, "The reason I'm certain this Go set is a fake is that the real one is in my possession!"
At those words, everyone was stunned. How bold was this girl, to lie in front of so many people? They were all aware of the value of the Go set.
It is known that the previous collector, Mr. Wodehouse, was a grouchy and prideful old man. Even if Madam Bourbon herself had asked to buy it at a high price, there was no guarantee Mr. Wodehouse would agree.
How could a young girl have the resources or ability to persuade Mr. Wodehouse to sell the Go set to her?
Calla looked at Abella with evident disdain in her eyes. "Do you have any idea how much this Go set costs?" Given her lack of designer clothing, it was clear she couldn't afford it.
"My Go set is definitely not a fake! You claim to have the genuine article, so why not present it for everyone to see?"
At that moment, Abella's phone vibrated on cue.
"Alright, I'll go get it now." Abella stood up and moved toward the doorway.
Her subordinate reluctantly handed her the precious box and asked, puzzled, "Boss, are you in such a hurry to get this just to please the Bourbon family? You've changed!"
What sort of spell had Phillipe cast on her? The boss, usually so avaricious, was actually willing to part with something so valuable.
And to demand delivery in just ten minute. He could have sworn he almost broke the speedometer.
"Just get lost." Abella snatched the box and turned to leave without a second glance at him.
The subordinate stared at her retreating in an indifferent form. The boss really didn't care about him anymore, not caring how fast he had to drive to get here, whether he was tired or thirsty and just dismissed him like that.
"The youth of today, eh! They lie without a second thought," Mr. Allen chuckled and shook his head in the living room, evidently questioning Abella’s character. "The real deal couldn't possibly be in her possession."
After a while, Abella entered, carrying an exquisite box. The knowledgeable Mr. Bourbon laid eyes on the box and was nearly convinced that the authentic set was in the young lady's hands!
Mr. Allen was also taken aback by the sight of the box, his gaze frozen in disbelief.
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