She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 710

A few businessmen who dabbled in antiquities nodded slightly, feeling that Loyce’s words held merit.

"It kind of sounds like it... I have a decent collection of antiques at home, and Ms. Lonsdale actually sounds like she knows exactly what she's talking about."

"Utter nonsense!" Sensing the tide turning, Edgar loudly interrupted. "You say it looks like an antique, so it is? How do we know you didn't deliberately bring a real artifact here yourself, just to frame Macrostar?"

"Security! Security! Hurry up and kick this malicious brat out of here! Our little temple is too small for a giant Buddha like her!"

The security guards exchanged uneasy glances, clearly torn. Finally, one of them stepped forward and addressed Loyce, "Forgive us, Ms. Lonsdale."

Just as his hand reached out to grab Loyce's arm to forcefully drag her away—and just as Loyce was preparing to shake him off—a voice rang out from behind the crowd.

"What the hell is everyone doing crowding my sister?"

Morris Lonsdale's voice cut through the air. The crowd parted, revealing the man in a charcoal-gray suit casually strolling in, accompanied by an elderly gentleman.

His tone and expression were as gentle as always, but the moment he saw the heavy hand locked onto his sister's arm, his features hardened instantly. A layer of thin ice frosted over his perpetually smiling eyes.

"Let go."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, bone-chilling authority that seemed to freeze the very air around them.

The security guard, terrified by Morris's glare, instinctively let go. Loyce smoothly pulled her arm back and adjusted her cuffs. "What brings you here, Morris?"

"My transnational lecture got canceled at the last minute, so I decided to tag along with my old friend," Morris replied. He stepped up beside her, smoothly placing himself between her and the crowd. Facing Edgar, he asked, "You're throwing quite the tantrum. You're trying to kick people out before my sister even finishes speaking?"

Elise, who had been watching silently from the sidelines, saw the elderly man standing next to Morris, and her expression instantly shifted. "Is that... him!?"

Yorick recognized the old man as well. After all, the Winslet family were avid antique collectors, and Elise had quite an impressive private collection. They had consulted this very man on numerous occasions.

Yorick murmured, "With brothers like that protecting her, there's no way Loyce is getting bullied. Edgar Lonsdale is about to shoot himself in the foot. It's easy to invite a god in, but a lot harder to send one away."

Elise knew it too. "It looks like this Olympic stadium definitely isn't getting built here. There's no point in us staying to offer congratulations. Let's get ready to leave."

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