The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254 Greatest

Source Of Pride

“Mr. Turner, you’ve got to see this! These people are digging through the pile of things we already passed on,

like they’re searching for hidden gems. That’s bold!”

“They’re lightning–quick over there. You’ve got to see if they are truly that sharp, Mr. Turner.”

“Mr. Turner, there’s no one in Voutsas whose eye for antiques rivals yours. If someone here’s bluffing and trying to pass off scraps as rare finds, you’d be the first to notice.”

“That’s right! As long as you’re watching, no one could pull off a fake.”

The second Scotty stepped into view, the crowd lit up, treating him with deference and admiration.

The same assistant who had just mocked Dunn hurried over with a cushioned chair and a freshly brewed cup

of coffee.

“You folks are laying it on a bit thick,” Scotty said with a small smile. “I’m no different from the rest of you. We’re all here to learn a little more, share what we know, and enjoy the hunt.”

His reputation might have been larger than life, but the man himself didn’t carry it like a badge. After accepting the coffee, he turned to the assistant and offered a genuine thank you.

That one interaction pulled Maren’s attention like a magnet. Watching Scotty, she couldn’t help comparing him to Dunn. The more she observed, the more Dunn seemed like a poor imitation–someone trying too hard to

look the part.

Both men knew antiques, but the difference in how they carried themselves was night and day. Scotty didn’t need to prove anything, and that said everything. After taking a slow sip, he wandered towards the display where Maren and Dunn continued browsing.

He kept his pace unhurried and his distance deliberate, clearly making sure not to interfere with their process.

“Hello, Mr. Turner,” Lucien greeted, stepping forward with a nod of respect.

“Ah, Lucien, didn’t expect to see you here. What’s brought you to this event?”

Scotty hadn’t anticipated running into Lucien at an event like this.

He was a longtime friend of Calvert, who had a deep love for antiques. Naturally, he also knew Calvert’s grandson. Antiques had never really been Lucien’s thing.

“It’s my grandpa’s seventieth today. I figured I’d try to find something decent for him,” Lucien said plainly. Scotty’s face lit up, clearly pleased by the effort. “Glad to see you stepping up. That man’s poured his heart into you for years–it’s about time you showed him it mattered.”

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Chapter 254 Greatest Source Of Pride

“Let’s not dig up history,” Lucien said with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

The truth was, he’d never taken Calvert for granted. They were close behind closed doors, but he had always kept some distance in public. He didn’t want people assuming he was chasing an inheritance like the rest of the family sharks.

“Alright, alright. I’ll drop it,” Scotty said with a small chuckle. “Still, I’ve heard you’ve been stepping up lately. That’s good. Keep going in that direction.”

Scotty was unmistakably alluding to the ongoing Marshall family succession. With Ernest’s military career disqualifying him from inheriting, only Lucien and Higgs remained in the running. It was well–known that Scotty had a clear preference for Lucien over Higgs.

“Don’t worry about it. See? I’m already here, picking out a gift,” Lucien said, his tone full of assurance.

“You’ve grown up.” Scotty gave Lucien a friendly pat on the shoulder, his approval clear in the gesture.

“What’s your take on those two, Mr. Turner? Are they the real deal?”

A voice from the crowd broke through the hum of conversation, pulling Scotty’s eyes back to where Maren and

Dunn stood.

Scotty narrowed his eyes and followed Dunn’s hands, watching each move with quiet precision. He gave a slow nod. “That kind of approach doesn’t come from guesswork. He checks for flaws right off the bat–just like a seasoned appraiser would. That’s real skill. Honestly, it’s rare to see someone that sharp, especially at his age. I don’t think there’s anyone quite like him in all of Voutsas.”

The words came out like a stamp of approval–high praise from someone who didn’t hand it out lightly.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, their shock audible.

They hadn’t expected that.

Most of them had pegged it as some kind of performance, just a flashy show to impress the untrained eye. If Scotty hadn’t spoken up himself, not a single one of them would have believed it.

It wasn’t just any store–they were standing in an antique shop, where every piece was either the real deal or a convincing imitation. Replicas crafted long ago might still hold some worth, but anything forged in recent years had no value at all.

What mattered most was knowing exactly where to examine. The parts that gave away the truth were always the ones hardest to recreate.

Anyone with true expertise didn’t need more than a moment to know what they were looking at. Years of hands–on experience made it possible to judge authenticity with nothing more than a sharp eye.

A quick glance was all it took for the trained.

But the untrained? They’d spend hours squinting under lights, fumbling with magnifiers, and still walk away

unsure.

So when Scotty offered his praise, it was more than a compliment. It carried the weight of a public endorsement, almost like he’d stamped Dunn with a seal of mastery.

It was truly impressive.