Chapter 1254

Various expressions alternated over Travis' face, and he bellowed at the stewardesses again, "Go, buy me a box of matches!" "Yes, Mr. Dali…" The stewardesses flinched and hurried away. Hugh was glaring furiously at Frank. "Frank, haven't you heard the saying 'live and let live'?" "Live and let live, really?" Frank chuckled in turn. "Did you listen to me when I tried to dissuade you from having me appraise that painting? You presumed I was trying to bail, even demanding that I kowtow to everyone." Hugh was stumped. He could only snort and clench his jaw. Soon, the stewardesses returned with matches. Travis' hands were shaking, but he ultimately burned the painting as everyone watched. Even as the canvas was reduced to ashes, Travis' cheek clenched in heartache. But there was no helping it—he had made a promise, and he must see it through. Such was the unspoken ironclad rule when it came to antique appraisal. "Alright, it's just a fake painting. I'll be leaving now." Seeing