My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 559 Bronze Mirror

The bronze mirror, which does not appear to be anything special in appearance, is very roughly made.

The exterior is covered in a pale green patina, but this patina does not look like it has been left behind by normal ageing.

More like, made by hand.

At first glance it is the product of a recent assembly line.

Intuition told her that something should be trapped in the sandwich of the two bronze mirrors.

And its rough, unassuming shape is there to protect that which is inside.

She guessed that some collector from the recent past had made these rubbish looking bronze mirrors to prevent theft, and had placed the items inside the bronze mirror compartment.

The reason for the flow of this bronze mirror on the face may be due to some special reason.

With this in mind, Jocelyn approached the bronze mirror, leaned down, propped her hands on her knees and took a serious look at it.

She then turned on her see-through eyes.

Soon, her gaze penetrated the bronze mirror.

What came into view was a painting.

Surprisingly, it was a linen print by Picasso.

The painting was still signed by him in the lower right hand corner!

Jocelyn's heart burst with joy.

Surely there is something in here, and it's a treasure worth a lot of money.

Surprisingly, it is a Spanish Picasso.

As far as she knows, there are very few authentic Picassos in circulation today, most of which are in collections and would never be in the market.

The selling price of each one is in the region of 200 million.

She has, this time, really made a fortune.

Retracting her gaze, Jocelyn pressed down her heart's joy and looked at the middle-aged male owner sitting in front of the stall and asked, "Boss, what is your name?"

"Hamish." The owner said.

"Hanish. How much do you want for this bronze mirror?"

When she finished, she pointed to the bronze mirror in front of her.

"You are really discerning, this bronze mirror is medieval." said Hanish with a smile, "If you really want it, how about I sell it to you for half a million?"

Hearing this from Hanish, Jocelyn couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

Is this taking her for a fool?

However, it doesn't matter.

Picasso's painting cost minimum 200 million.

With more, it could reach 300 million.

If she bought it for half a million, she had made a fortune, so it had to be a deal.

"Okay." smiled Jocelyn.

Hanish was dumbfounded, "Good."

He had received this mirror for fifty.

But he didn't expect to sell it for half a million. This is really good luck from heaven!

He's made a fortune today! Some idiots are easy to be fooled! This woman in front of him was good looking, but not brainy.

Hanish thought that God had only given her beauty but not her intelligence.

He was going crazy with joy, but couldn't laugh. He could only keep holding it in.

Jocelyn smiled, wrote a cheque and handed it to him with both hands.

Having taken the cheque, Hanish instantly got even more excited!

The bodyguards behind Jocelyn began to look at each other.

If it were real, it would be impossible to sell it for half a million, because it is a medieval object!

When passers-by saw Jocelyn paying, they all secretly despised Jocelyn for being a fool.

When Charles walked a short distance away from Jocelyn, he saw her in the crowd at a glance.

He walked near to Jocelyn and greeted her, "Hello."

Jocelyn looked at Charles next to her, a flash of consternation under her eyes, "It's really too much of a coincidence. I didn't get to introduce myself properly last time, today I'll start by formally introducing myself, my name is Jocelyn Murphy."

After saying that, she took the initiative to extend her hand towards Charles.

Charles hastily shook her hand politely and said, "I know, I'm here to find some goodies, so were you?"

Jocelyn smiled, "Yeah."

With that, she gestured to the bronze mirror in front of her.

The male owner and the owner's wife could not help but give Jocelyn a blank look at the same time when they saw her smiling face, both of them thought that she was a fool with no brain. Hanish knew Charles and knew that he was a professional antique appraiser.

He looked at Jocelyn with a flustered face and said, "As the rules of the antique business, you can't return what you buy. You know it, right?"

"Don't worry, she won't go back on her word." Charles looked at Hanish and said.

He then placed his gaze on Jocelyn's face, "Because in here, there might be something."

When Hanish heard this, the smile on his face was completely frozen.

And the male owner and the owner's wife of the shop next to them froze, and the two began to look at each other.

Hanish, "What do you mean? What's in here?"

His wife, "Yes, what do you mean?"

Looking at Hanish, he smiled, "You should have the set of tools for repairing antiques, right?"

Hanish froze and nodded.

Charles, "Can I borrow it?"

Nodding once again, Hanish then stared blankly at Charles and guided him, along with Jocelyn, inside his shop.

The bodyguard behind Jocelyn, who then picked up the heavy bronze mirror, followed.

The owner of the other shop and the owner's wife, out of curiosity, followed them in.

There is plenty of space inside the shop, which is 50 square feet.

Like a typical antique shop, it is decorated in a traditional style, with a theme of deep red and white.

All around are high shelves of antiques.

It is covered with a wide variety of high-end porcelain.

However, she could tell from one look that they contained mostly forgeries.

Soon, Hanish greeted them and led them to a hidden and concealed door inside the shop.

This is a workroom with a large table and a chair.

The table is covered with various tools for tinkering with antiques.

As soon as he entered, one of the bodyguards immediately placed the bronze mirror on the work table.

Immediately afterwards, Charles sat down in front of the table and carefully examined the seam at the thick edge of the bronze mirror.