#Chapter 442: Genuine

Olivia The next day dawned with a mixture of anxiety and hope. Nathan and I, with the painting carefully wrapped in the backseat, drove to the local appraiser’s office. The quaint little shop, nestled between the bakery and the florist, showcased all kinds of antique items in its large windows. “Ready?” Nathan asked as he pulled up to the curb and glanced over at me. I nodded. “Ready.” As we entered, the bell above the door jingled and announced our arrival. The appraiser looked up from behind the counter; he was wearing a pair of magnifying goggles that made his eyes look tiny through the glass, and was holding what looked to be some sort of precious stone in his hand. “Good morning, Alpha Karl and Luna Olivia,” the older man said with a surprised look on his face. He lifted the goggles and placed them on his head to reveal a pair of deep-set, kind eyes. “Is there anything I can help you with?” Nathan and I exchanged a quick glance before Nathan approached the counte