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Chapter 1302 - Chapter 1302 Chapter 1302 Where Have We Met Before

Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302: Where Have We Met Before? Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302: Where Have We Met Before? Caleb Mamet gave her a meaningful glance and the corner of his mouth curled into a hint of a smile, as if he had already seen through her.

“Mr. Jones merely picked up the necklace, glanced at it, and determined that Fiona’s necklace was a fake, even pointing out the filler inside. In fact, the craftsmanship of the necklace is not bad, and it can be considered a fine imitation. Jewelry appraisers cannot quickly discern the difference with the naked eye. Xaviera is a jewelry designer, and she, of course, knows how difficult it is to appraise such jewelry; sometimes, additional instruments may be needed.”

“Although the rubies of the two necklaces are indeed different, you could not have made a judgment in such a short period of time. So, Xaviera, why do you think Mr. Jones was so sure that Fiona’s necklace was a fake?”

Xaviera Evans: “…”

As expected, Joyce Jones overplayed his hand, and Caleb Mamet noticed!

Joyce Jones relied on his reputation as a jewelry appraisal master to show off; he broke someone’s necklace after just one glance! Couldn’t he have been more careful before breaking it!

Why was Caleb Mamet, acting like a provoked rooster, testing Joyce Jones? Was he getting jealous?

Joyce Jones looked up and met Caleb Mamet’s gaze, sensing a strong sense of warning as if to keep his distance from Xaviera Evans.

He glanced at Caleb Mamet, and a hearty laugh spilled from his gentle voice, “So you are the famous Mr. Caleb Mamet! I have heard so much about you; I heard you were Mr. Reiser’s student, although you don’t seem to have much respect for your teacher!”

Caleb Mamet did not even twitch an eyelid, his face unchanged, “I heard that Mr. Jones is an orphan funded by the Reiser family, making Mr. Reiser your benefactor. Yet, you show no consideration for your benefactor’s feelings. Instead of repaying a debt of gratitude, you seem to be seeking revenge.”

Xaviera sat between the two, smelling the gunpowder in the air.

Why were they being so abnormal with each other?

Joyce Jones wasn’t angry, but instead looked at Xaviera, chuckling, “Yeah, I am just that kind of ungrateful person. They funded me, but I won’t let it be easy for them.”

Caleb Mamet’s smile faded, his eyes meeting Joyce Jones’s gaze with mutual understanding.

Xaviera wondered, the Reiser family did sponsor some orphans back then, when Joyce Jones would have been only five or six years old. What happened to the Reiser family afterward?

Caleb Mamet pondered for a while, his tone becoming gentler, “Does Mr. Jones still remember his companions at the orphanage?”

Joyce Jones’s face suddenly turned cold, his voice sharp, “Mr. Caleb Mamet, don’t you know where the orphans funded by the Reiser family ended up?”

Only then did Xaviera notice the unusual conversation between the two. Joyce Jones said no more, and Caleb Mamet did not probe further.

The three of them arrived at the entrance of the front hall, and Caleb Mamet suddenly stopped and asked, “Is Mr. Jones really an orphan?”

Joyce Jones glanced at him, not answering his question, but continued to walk forward, “Mr. Caleb Mamet, I have to leave first, see you if fate allows.”

He had only taken a few steps when he noticed someone in the corner. Xaviera looked up and saw that it was Mia Reiser.

Mia Reiser had gone somewhere and sneakily entered through the back door. Joyce Jones saw her and suddenly remembered a past event when he had appraised jewelry for a little girl; it turned out that she was Mia Reiser today.

Mia Reiser walked towards them, looking around, and suddenly spotted Joyce Jones in front of her, looking both astonished and flustered.

Joyce Jones stepped forward with a playful glint in his eyes, “Miss, have I seen you somewhere before?”

Mia Reiser’s face changed, and she glared at him resentfully, “Who has seen you before! This way of trying to pick up girls is so outdated, can you not be so old-fashioned?”

Joyce Jones touched his nose with an amused look, “Perhaps I was mistaken. You look a bit like a young girl I met before. A similar-looking person is not uncommon in this world, so it’s probably just a coincidence.”

At this moment, Mia Reiser’s friend came over and whispered in her ear, “You better not offend this gentleman; he’s the famous jewelry appraiser, Joyce Jones.”

Mia Reiser: “…”

Her expression was strange, first furrowing her brows, then revealing an ingratiating smile, “Mr. Jones, hello! The auction is about to start; please take your seat.”

Before Joyce Jones could reply, Mia Reiser dashed away.

Joyce Jones watched her leave with an amused smile on his lips. He didn’t expect Wayne Reiser to have raised such an interesting young girl.