Chapter 896

Mr. White was finally convinced. He bowed toward Wyatt. "Although Mr. Wyatt is young, he possesses extraordinary insight and discernment. I ought to learn from him." He then turned to Drake, his expression turning cold. "Drake, aren't you going to apologize to Mr. Wyatt?" From the moment he had entered, Drake had been mocking Wyatt, dismissing him as a young punk who pretended to understand things he didn't. But as it turned out, Wyatt was the true expert here. What a slap in the face! Drake glanced at Wyatt. Although he was reluctant, given the current situation, it was impossible for him not to apologize. Taking a step forward, he cupped his hands as a gesture of respect. However, before he could speak, Wyatt waved his hand dismissively. "There's no need for an apology. You just have to honor your bet." "Honor my bet?" Drake was taken aback. "Drake, didn't you just pat your chest and say that if this painting was a forgery, you'd eat it?" Marco glanced at him with a disdainfu