The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1362 Antiques 

“What dream? Tell it to me.” Abel’s voice sounded somewhat nervous.

“I dreamt that I was beneath a deep cliff, unable to find you, and when I called you, the call wouldn’t go through.”

Abel fell silent for a moment before asking, “What does that mean?”

“How should I know?” Emmeline said: “But, Abel, does it mean that one day, I won’t be able to find you?”

“That won’t happen, Emma. I’m here, and I’ll always be here.”

Emmeline only had one lesson the following day, so she took half a day off and boarded the bus to the city.

Paul’s words had been lingering in her mind. She pondered that starting a clothing business might be good idea.

She went to the department store and explored a newly established commercial pedestrian street.

The city’s department store had once been so magnificent, but now it was desolate and quiet, and the once haughty salespeople were now gathered in small groups, snacking and chatting.

could tell they were discussing the topic of employees voluntarily renting stalls

at the department store’s entrance

was surnamed Chester,

the pedestrian street, shops lined up in a

clothing stores, pretending to haggle, and studying the

she began to

was congested. It was the city’s long-distance bus station. A large group of people had gathered at

believe he’s

“Smash it!”

pay, we’ll smash it

all over

scam! Stop making

whether these antiques are real or fake. We’re doing a cash-on-delivery deal. If I sell it at a loss, I’ll admit it, and if you buy it at a loss, you should admit it too. Moreover, if you can buy a genuine antique for sixty bucks and later sell it

and bought two clay jars! They say you can get them for three bucks each in the wholesale market, and you’re selling them for sixty! Claiming they’re from the Early Modern Period,

“Smash it! Beat him!”

Crash, bang, clatter!

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