"Enough with the excuses." Zachary impatiently waved his hand. "Let me tell you the truth. I asked for three million just to attract undercover agents. Any genuine antique connoisseur would publicly ridicule us upon hearing that price. They would outright refuse. My intention is to play along, gather more clues when they're lured in."
He continued, a smug grin forming on his face. "But let me tell you, your little trick won't work on me!"
Gideon was rendered momentarily speechless. He hadn't anticipated that the three million dollar offer had been intended for such a purpose all along.
Considering his earlier speculations, he firmly believed that this group of people was a tomb-robbing gang specializing in selling stolen antiques. Zachary's words only reinforced his conviction.
After all, he believed that a criminal organization capable of long-term survival must be cautious and cunning, employing countless methods to evade detection. Doubting everything was a necessary precaution.
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