"Not for sale?" Hearing Chen Wei say this, the blonde woman's expression changed in a flash, no longer calm, her eyes clearly ablaze with anger and dense resentment.
The blonde woman had raised the stakes quite high, convinced that Chen Wei—no, that he must have no reason to refuse her.
Yet he had said that because he didn't like the attitude she displayed, it wouldn't be sold.
To the blonde woman, this was an affront—an insult!
"Tell him he has no choice! He must sell whether he wants to or not! That necklace originally belonged to our Imperial Family!" Although the blonde woman tried to control her anger for the sake of her image, she didn't completely erupt.
Before the white-haired old man could speak, Chen Wei preempted him, resting his hands on the car window, his lips slightly curved in mockery. "Then do you know how many items in your museum should rightfully belong to our Great Xia? Do you have any right to talk to me like this?"