Lara was left flushed by Sylvie’s question, and she stood in a corner in silence.

Frank ignored them, however, and headed to the third room where he carefully rolled up the painting and put it inside a protective plastic bag. Then, he exhaled firmly into the air, ensuring that the scent of the Divine Delight was not in there before breathing a sigh of relief. That was when he noticed Sylvie standing at the doorway, asking, “Can I come in now?”

Frank chuckled. “You’re amazing. Aren’t you worried about getting hit by the aphrodisiac?”

“Worried? Why? If the chips go down, I might not be the one losing.” Sylvie sighed nonchalantly as she entered.

She examined the View of Fureno painting and could tell despite the plastic bag that it was a fake.

As for the other scrolls and paintings, they were old, but the artists and authors were no one famous.

Sylvie was therefore a little puzzled-everything in that other room was the good stuff, but everything here was sub-par?