Chapter 1799

Specimen banknotes? Presley froze for a second, then muttered, "No way. That's impossible. I checked them all." He picked up a stack of bills that had fallen on the couch and flipped through a few notes. His expression turned sour by the second. The top bill was real, but the rest were all specimen banknotes. He grabbed another stack and flicked through it. His panic grew. He stood up and rushed to the stacks of suitcases. Crouching down, he began flipping through more bills. All of them were the same—only the top one was real. His legs went weak. He forced himself to stay focused and opened the rest of the cases. Every single one had just a real bill on top. The rest were specimen banknotes. He felt like he'd been struck by lightning. His vision went black, and he collapsed to the floor. He kept shouting, "I checked every single box! It was all real money. How did this happen? How did they turn into specimen banknotes?" He had spent years collecting old items, finally turning