Chapter 275

This enameled bowl was different from the four bowls she bid at the charity gala.

As soon as Sloane held it in her hand, it was as if a wolf had seen meat. Her eyes were so bright that they burned.

"This is from the 1800s?"

Kaelen's eyes lit up.

He knew that Sloane was very knowledgeable about antiques, but he did not expect her to be so discerning.

His lips curled into a smile. "Yes."

Kaelen aske