Chapter 1272

• Mr. Hadid's eyes darkened as he studied the porcelain sculpture before him. His once calm demeanor shifted, his voice now sharp and demanding. "This is the family head's porcelain sculpture?" His piercing gaze locked onto Gracy, his tone carrying an unmistakable chill. "Are you absolutely certain this came from the family head?"
• Gracy, still basking in her excitement, failed to notice the shift in atmosphere. With a bright smile, she nodded confidently. "Yes, I’m sure. It was given to me by one of the family head’s apprentices."
• A cold silence swept through the room, sending a wave of unease through the crowd. Mr. Hadid’s expression hardened, his anger barely contained. Sensing the tension, Simon quickly stepped forward, his voice hesitant. "Mr. Hadid…"