The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 Most Valuable

“No way!” Before anyone could respond, Dunn rushed forward, flashlight in hand, inspecting the obsidian with

intense focus.

Though he wasn’t a gemstone expert, he knew enough to spot surface imperfections. When he’d first seen the rust stains, he’d dismissed them, but now, watching Maren and the middle–aged man examine it with such intensity, his confidence started to waver.

“It’s real!” Three seconds later, he reached the same conclusion as the middle–aged man.

Their shared agreement, along with Dunn’s reluctant admission, solidified Maren’s claim.

“It’s actually genuine obsidian!”

Gasps filled the room.

This wasn’t just any obsidian–it was a rare find, far beyond the level of the trinkets typically gathered on a

shelf.

Dunn had examined it himself and missed the truth.

Maren, however, had spotted its worth from across the room and nailed it immediately.

There was no longer any debate about who had the sharper eye.

“I lost?” Dunn’s voice was barely a whisper, the words laced with disbelief. A moment ago, he could’ve blamed bad luck, but now, with no excuses left, the truth hit him hard.

He’d looked at the obsidian, convinced it was fake.

“Miss Morgan, do you think this is an antique, or just a replica?”

Nearby, Scotty had been studying the obsidian for a while.

He couldn’t find any flaws to challenge its authenticity, but still, claiming it was an antique felt a bit too far-

fetched.

Finding one valuable painting among a pile of junk was already a stroke of luck. But another antique? That seemed almost impossible.

He remained skeptical, but the possibility lingered in his mind.

He wasn’t a gemstone expert, so he didn’t know what to believe.

“You already know the answer, don’t you?” Maren asked, catching the hesitation in Scotty’s eyes before he said a word.

“You mean this is actually an antique? An actual artifact from ancient times?” Scotty’s voice trembled, his hands just as unsteady.

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“Seriously? This thing’s that old?”

If Miss Morgan says it’s real, then it’s real Who would doubt her after this?

“Yeah, yeah, I take it back. Shouldn’t have questioned her. She’s never wrong

“Oh my God, this isn’t just obsidian–it’s a piece of history

A collective gasp rolled through the crowd.

Even without the historical backstory, a chunk of obsidian this pristine was worth a decent su But if it had truly been worn or carried by someone from an ancient era, its value would skyrocket

“It is old. But it’s not worth what you’re thinking, Maren said evenly, cutting through the rising excitement

“What?”

The air shifted. Everyone froze. “How could something like this not be expensive?”

“It’s not that it’s worthless. It’s just not as valuable as you’re imagring Maren darifed

The crowd glanced at one another, clearly still confused.

“To be clear, its value hinges on where it came from,” Maren said, tapping her finger against the rust–stained section of the obsidian. I mentioned earlier–those stains only form after prolonged contact with metal, especially when something’s been buried underground for years.”

She repeated the point slowly, letting it sink in.

*But most of them still looked baffled. All except one.

“You’re saying this was buried with someone? Scotty, the sharpest of the bunch, finally connected the dots.

“Burial treasure?*

A collective gasp rippled through the group.

“Right. It’s a burial piece. During the iron weapon era, people often buried weapons and personal items with the dead. That rust? It probably built up underground over time,” Maren explained.

By now, no one questioned her judgment. Maren had earned their respect.

“No wonder she was so sure of herself. If it came from a grave, then yeah, it had to be authentic. She’s amazing” “Still, grave goods bring bad luck. Some even say they’re cursed. Maren’s right–the value isn’t sky–high.” Antiques were mainly collector’s items. Most people in the business were pretty superstitious.

Besides, if it was obsidian, someone would’ve worn it close to the skin.

That alone made it feel like dead weight now–more trouble than treasure.

The way people were eyeing Maren had shifted again. Whatever value the piece held was slipping fast.

Despite being the youngest one there, she had somehow outpaced them all in knowledge.

They had mocked her earlier and now they just felt stupid.