A gifted individual with the unique ability to interpret the history of antiques finds their life entwined with a powerful tycoon. As secrets from the past surface, an unexpected romance develops amidst high-stakes business and ancient mysteries.
freedom that canvas is a forty dollar motel poster i can hear them every fake in the shop is talking a whole shop of fakes pay my five thousand in cash right now inventory this dump for fraud keep the rag i'm never coming back there he is no title no backup still walked out like he owned the place pull his file on it miss cole these eyes of mine are incredible
They must have an even greater purpose. Don't walk past me, kid! You heard the dragon. Now get me out of this stall! Looks like my broke days are officially over.
Hey, kid! Don't judge this rusty shell. I'm Coralla Marble underneath, a Victorian saint worth five million dollars. Five million on a flea market cloth. Stay calm. Hands off, beggar!
Look at your ragged shirt. One scratch and you couldn't pay me by selling your kidneys. Look, honey! He got five grand and immediately came here to play rich collector.
Don't waste your breath, boss. That's my fired errand boy. Five thousand bucks is his entire net worth. An errand boy? Then get lost.
This is a genuine Victorian royal bronze. One hundred thousand dollars. Go dig a dumpster, broke boy. Royal bronze my ass.
He bought my plaster shell from a scrapyard for fifty bucks and sprayed green paint on me last week. A hundred grand with a modern factory sim on the base and $50 spray paint from last week? You're running a circus, not a stall.
Shut your mouth. Fine. $3,000 and get out of my sight. I bet a broke rat like you won't even pay that.
$3,000, count it, and choke in it. $3,000 on a $50 plaster hunk? Come on, Felix. Let's leave this idiot to cry.
Thanks for the charity, idiot. No refunds when it crumbles.