Chapter 218 Who allowed you to enter my room?
Sheehanâs outstretched hand stopped in the air.
Old Mr. Garrett and Quentin were stunned.
Nikita caught the vase and glanced it. She handed it to Quentin, who was stunned: âIt is also an antique vase in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. Considering the color and workmanship, it might be the item from the court. It is a pity to smash such an item with the value of several millions like this.â
âYour young master likes to smash things so much. Go to those stores with counterfeits to buy some for him. He can smash, and you wonât suffer from any losses. Isnât it a good choice?â
Quentin opened his eyes widely. âMiss Swift, do you know this vase is an antique?â
âAm I mistaken?â Nikita raised her eyebrows and answered in an irrelevant way.
âYou are right. This vase is indeed an antique in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and it is indeed from the court.â Quentin also studies antiques and has a certain understanding of antiques. He was surprised that Nikita could know the history and the original place of this vase after just a glance.
Her eyes are really sensitive.
She is more powerful than the professional masters of judging antiques.
Old Mr. Garrett is surprised.
This vase was personally taken back by him at an auction. He usually likes to study antiques, and he has attended the auction of antiques with the highest frequency.
This little girl is the disciple of Lemuel at a young age, and she seems to know quite well about antiques. She knows the history of this vase at a glance, this skill is really very powerful.
Old Mr. Garrett suddenly remembered a painting and a tea set that he had bought back from the flea market last week.
Can he ask this little girl to judge for him?
However, the more important thing now seems to be to treat his grandsonâs legs.
Those antiques are not that important now.
âYou donât have to accompany me, I will go in by myself.â Nikita saw the man who rushed to her immediately in order to block the vase for her, she sipped her lips and ignored the strange emotions in her heart. She said in a very light voice, âMr. Lambert, you donât have to come with me.â
Sheehanâs eyes were bright, he nodded, and his voice was very light: âWell, then you should be careful.
Let me know if there is any problem, and I will wait for you outside.
Nikita didnât say anything, she went straight into the room.
H Nikita went into the room and felt a pungent smell of wine and smoke. The room was messy.
It is daytime. In this room, the curtain and the light are closed. It is quite dark.
Almost all the objects in this room are black, so it seems to be darker.
Next to the window, a man in a black nightgown sat in a wheelchair with his back to her. Nikita couldnât see his face clearly, but there was only one person in the room, so she certainly knew his identity.
The smell of smoke and wine, as well as the closed windows in the room resulted in the poor ventilation. Nikita frowned with abhor.
If it werenât for 200 millionShe didnât want to enter this room at all.
âWho allowed you to enter my room?
I told you to get out of here. Are you deaf? You canât hear me?
Get out, get away from me.
âGet out, I have told you to get out, canât you hear me?â
âWhat magical doctor, you have always said like this.
I think they are all quacks, useless!â
The manâs grumpy voice sounded again.
Together with the grumpy voice, a manâs slipper was thrown towards Nikita.