Chapter 487 Who Do You Think Will Be Right
The only person who had the password to his house was Timothy, and the only one who'd barge in without knocking was that uncouth guy.
"Hey, you awake?" Timothy's voice still had that youthful ring to it. He walked over, and since he was barefoot and the carpet muffled his steps, there was no sound.
Zachary sat up from the couch, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees, rubbing his temples tiredly. "Nah, just had a few drinks and don't feel like moving. What brings you here?"
"Got bored at home, so I thought I'd drop by," Timothy said, plopping down next to him, flicking on the light, and then the TV, eagerly flipping through the channels.
These days, everyone used the internet to watch TV, searching directly for what they wanted. Hardly anyone watched TV channels anymore.
This TV had never been turned on since it was installed. Zachary wondered why Timothy suddenly had an interest in watching TV and live channels.
Timothy asked, "You into antique appraisal shows?"
Hearing this, Zachary couldn't help but think of Winona, his heart softening, though he remained wary of Timothy. He kept his expression neutral and said, "It's alright; I don't have a particular interest."
Timothy looked a bit let down. "Really? Winona's on TV today. I was so excited, I came over to watch it with you."
Zachary stayed silent. Timothy's intentions were clearly more complicated; he might have laid a trap. Zachary just wasn't sure whether it was meant for him or Winona. He hoped it was for himself.
He wasn't by Winona's side right now. If something happened to her, he would be powerless to help. If anything happened to her because of this...
Zachary felt a bit anxious and restless, his brows furrowing tightly.
Timothy finally found the channel he wanted, and there was Winona.
Winona had her head down, holding a magnifying glass, carefully examining something in her hand. The strands of hair hanging down her temples slightly obscured her face. Even without beauty filters, she was already stunning, rivaling any movie star.
The appraisal process would take some time, and the host said some lively things to keep the audience engaged.
Timothy turned to Zachary, a smug grin on his face. "What's wrong? You don't look too happy."
Zachary responded, "Why should I be happy?"
Timothy remarked, "Winona's on TV. The person I like is so outstanding. As my brother, aren't you happy for me?"
Zachary was silent for a moment and replied, "If you put it that way, then I definitely have to take a good look at how outstanding the person my brother likes is."
He then turned his gaze to the TV screen, watching intently and seriously, even complimenting as he watched. "She's really beautiful. Even without makeup, she looks amazing on camera."Zachary noticed Timothy hadn't said anything. After glancing at him, Zachary added, "You've got a good eye. Miss Sullivan has beauty and talent—especially when she was younger."
Timothy's face soured, clearly not thrilled by the compliment.
Zachary knew why Timothy was upset. Instead of holding back, he pushed further, "What's the matter? You don't seem too pleased. Aren't you happy to hear me praising someone you care about?"
Timothy forced a smile. "No, it's not that. I just don't think she deserves such praise from you. She merely knows a few tricks and loves to show off—so vain."
Zachary felt a surge of anger, tempted to smash the ashtray next to him over Timothy's head. He thought, 'Who are you calling a show-off? Who are you to call her vain? What right do you have to even speak her name?'
But now wasn't the time to break with Timothy. He clenched his fists, holding back his anger. "Didn't you say she was outstanding? I was just agreeing with you and praising her."
Timothy's eyes were glued to the TV screen. "You don't need to praise her so much. She'll get arrogant, and when people get arrogant, they tend to make mistakes."
Just then, the host's enthusiastic voice came from the TV. "Now, let's have the three appraisers raise their signs. Is this item genuine or fake?"
Winona rarely restored statues; she mostly worked on paintings, jewelry, and ceramics.
The host looked at the signs in surprise. "Except for Windy, the other two appraisers have determined it's genuine. We finally have our first controversial artifact of the night."
The host's voice buzzed with excitement. "So, is it the real deal or a fraud? Do our two seasoned appraisers, who have recognized countless treasures, truly have the right eye, or is our talented restorer, Windy, more skilled? In this clash between the veterans and the newcomers, who will prevail? Mr. Roland, what's your verdict—genuine or fake?"
Winona frowned slightly as she listened. This rhetoric seemed to be inciting conflict. The show had started with a lot of praise for her, and now they were hyping her up even more, making her seem superior.
By setting up the veteran and the newcomer, the grounded and the genius, it seemed like they were deliberately praising Winona to provoke others against her.
Beckett Roland, who was called out, picked up his sign and was about to reveal it when the host extended a hand and said, "We'll reveal the result after the commercial break."
On this side of the TV, Timothy watched intently, his tone filled with excitement. "Who do you think will be right? I've heard this show is quite popular and broadcast live. If they get the appraisal wrong, it could hurt their reputation and even lead to mockery from industry professionals."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
