The Mighty Fighter Is Back

Chapter 80: A Reckless Waste of Treasure

Matriarch Allen beat her breast and regretted what she had done just now.

Her lips were pale and she muttered, "it's all my fault. It's all my fault..."

"Matriarch Allen, what's wrong with you?" Maurice asked in astonishment.

It was a double happiness. Why wasn't Matriarch Allen happy at all?

"Oh my God! Jane knows Mr Thomas?"

"So the Rolls-Royce is Mr Thomas' car."

"It seems that they have a close relationship with Mr Thomas. Maybe it's true that Jane said that Catherine is the general manager of the KT group."

At this time, the Allen family looked at each other and discussed.

Like Matriarch Allen, many people beat their breast and felt regretful.

With an embarrassed look on her face, Louise glared at Jacob and said coldly, "didn't you just say that you haven't seen Catherine? Are you also bragging? It's all your fault!"

Jacob was so scared that his face turned pale and he cried in his heart!

He worked in the KT group and knew many general managers.

However, he was just an ordinary employee. The general managers didn't know him!

If Catherine was really a general manager of the KT group, it would be a piece of cake to fire him!

Cold sweat streamed down his face. He hurriedly said, "Mom, maybe aunt Jane is telling the truth. Catherine hasn't been reported yet, so I don't know. It's excusable!"

Just as everyone was whispering and confused, Maurice, who was talking with Matriarch Allen, suddenly stopped. He shrugged his nose and looked very confused.

"Is this... the fragrance of MS Tea?" Maurice's eyes lit up. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He smelled the strong scent like a drunkard.

When he saw the MS Tea trampled into pieces by Jane's mother on the ground, his face changed dramatically!

Boom…

It was as if he had seen a ghost in the day!

Maurice couldn't believe her eyes. He widened his eyes and felt his scalp tingling!

What did he see?

The aged tea in Middle Ages?

Judging from its color and smell, it must be saved at least two hundred years!

Maurice strode forward, knelt on one knee, picked up a small piece of tea from the mess and put it into his mouth to chew.

A soft, elegant and sweet taste came. There was a flavor which turned from bitterness to sweetness and the fragrance still lingered in his mouth.

Maurice chewed the tea in his mouth carefully. His eyes turned red and tears streamed down two lines.

He cried!

He didn't expect that he would have the chance to taste MS Tea in his life!

Maurice hurriedly bent down and carefully collected all the broken tea one by one.

The devout look made the people of the Allen family confused and they looked at each other.

"Mr. Grant, what are you doing?" Matriarch Allen asked in confusion.

"It's a reckless waste of God's treasure. It's a good thing," Maurice said hurriedly.

After collecting the tea, he turned the package over and saw two lines of words on the back:

Tribute tea.

In Middle Ages, the monarch picked up tea in a mountain in person!

Seeing these two words, Maurice was shocked beyond words!

It was the tea picked by the Monarch himself?!

If the MS Tea of two hundred years could be auctioned at a high price of tens of millions, then the value of the tea picked by the monarch in Middle Ages would be more than ten times higher!

In other words, the tea cakes were worth hundreds of millions!

They saw Maurice's face changed again and again, and he finally burst into tears

Everyone, including Matriarch Allen, looked at each other in confusion.

Louise reminded him, "Mr. Grant, this tea is fake. It's a fake from the poor relative of our Allen family. Don't pick it up."

"Yes, Mr. Grant. That person also said that it was a two hundred year old MS Tea. Isn't it a fantasy? There are not many one hundred year old tea in the world, let alone two hundred year old ones." Jacob added

"That's right. Aunt Esmee also said that it could exchange a helicopter, it is impossible." Another person said.

Maurice shook his head and said firmly, "it can't be fake!"