Chapter 298: I Wouldn't Bet on It

Alistair Showyer stared at the shattered porcelain scattered across the floor. Tears slipped out despite himself. "Casper Wokey, you bastard! Pay me back my Blue and White Porcelain!" That vase had been left behind by his father. It was also the only thing in the house worth any money. He had planned to sell it to pay off his debts, but it had been smashed to pieces. Casper Wokey sneered. "Pay you back? Pfft. Who knows which street stall you bought that fake from, and you've got the nerve to call...