Chapter 451

Journi’s eyes held a trace of anticipation.

A smirk played at the corner of Baimo’s lips. “Are you going to fight or not?”

“Yes.” Journi clenched her fists.

“Then talk to her yourself.” Baimo had no interest in helping. He hadn’t liked this sister from the moment he met her—her demeanor, her temperament, everything about her put him off.

His gaze landed on the string of emerald-green beads on Norah’s wrist. A flicker of hope had sparked in him earlier, making him wonder if the appraisal had been manipulated. But the clown had been present throughout the process—no one would have dared to tamper with it.

Besides, no one even knew it was Baimo who had insisted on the appraisal.