Chapter 323

Aspen smiled sweetly. “Mr. Kelce,” she said, “back in Bridgefields, you’re considered a legend in the antique world, always sharp with your words. Even here in Jayrodale, you’ve maintained your genuine style. I admire your consistency.”

Orion’s face lit up with pride. “Ah, finally, someone who understands! Many think I’m showing off, but why pretend? As you said, this is me—straightforward and honest. I never sugarcoat things.”

Aspen’s gaze swept the crowd before settling on Andrew; her smile turned icy. “Mr. Kelce, we Bridgefields folk let our skills and logic speak for themselves. However, some people here seem unable to respect us, no matter what.”

Orion smirked. “Oh? And who’s bold enough to disrespect us?”

Aspen pointed directly at Andrew. “Him, Mr. Kelce. Andrew Lloyd. Since arriving in Jayrodale, he hasn’t missed an opportunity to belittle me.”

Orion turned to Andrew, disdain evident in his look. He mocked, “I thought you were referring to someone important, but it’s just a young pup. I deal with art, history, and fine collectibles. A kid like this probably can’t distinguish a teapot from a soup ladle. No need to point him out and embarrass yourself, my dear.”

Several of Orion’s followers burst into laughter, echoing his sentiments about Andrew’s insignificance and lack of expertise. One commented that Mr. Kelce's presence graced the event, not to entertain amateurs. Another suggested that if Andrew had crossed Ms. Stevens, they would teach him a lesson, advising against wasting Mr. Kelce's time on such trivialities.

Francesca’s face flushed crimson with anger. “Ms. Stevens, you think you can lord it over us here in Jayrodale just because you’re from Bridgefields?”

Aspen chuckled calmly. “Ms. Aicker, there’s no need to be upset. I simply can’t stand people who know nothing about antiques showing up here. It’s pathetic that he doesn’t recognize how out of place he is.”

Elsie frowned. “Ms. Stevens, Mr. Lloyd is a guest of the event organizers. Don’t you think your words are excessive?”

Feigning hurt, Aspen gave an exaggerated bow. “If I offended you, Ms. Santana, I apologize. But I don’t think I said anything untrue. Antique appraisal and collecting are refined pursuits. If someone unqualified chooses to observe, fine—but strutting into the appraisal center? It’s unbearable.”

Orion laughed heartily. “Aspen, your sharp tongue is as lively as ever, and I appreciate it. For those lacking talent, pleasantries are wasted. Keep them at arm’s length.”

Christina, who had remained silent, sighed. This was a high-stakes appraisal event, and Andrew could have remained on the sidelines, but he chose to insert himself into the conflict. Did he not realize the attendees were either wealthy collectors or seasoned experts?