Chapter 19

"Replica?" The Thompsons were shocked as Sean stood up for Maisie. This astonished Maisie; she thought that maybe Sean would be able to prove that her Hermes handbag was genuine. Unfortunately, this Hermes handbag was a gift from the Hermes' representative for the Great Central Land. There was no receipt, so proving it would be a difficult task.

Jasmine's expression changed, "A replica? Who said this is a replica? I’m warning you, Sean Young, you had better not be talking out of your *ss!" It was as if what Sean said was a huge insult to her. If Sean could not prove that he was right, Jasmine would never let Sean off the hook.

The Hermes handbag of Jasmine’s was a gift from one of her pursuers. It left Jasmine so touched that she ended up losing her first kiss to him. She had checked and found out that the handbag she had cost 300,000 bucks. 300,000 bucks was no small amount to Jasmine. Despite the Thompson family being a second-rate family in the Great Central Land, with Jasmine as the head of its finance department for the Thompson family, spending 300,000 bucks in one go was not an easy task.

"Jassie, pay no attention to this scumbag. Maisie’s the one who’s holding an imitation. Sean’s just jealous!" Houston had arrived.

Sean smirked. "Are you sure?"

"Isn't it? You useless scumbag!" Jasmine roared.

Houston proudly stared at Sean. "What are you waiting for? Don't tell me that the handbag Maisie has there isn’t an imitation.”

"Sean, let's go!" Maisie looked troubled. It would be pointless to argue without a receipt to prove it. The Thompsons would never believe they had the ability to purchase a Hermes handbag.

Sean smiled coldly. "Maisie, I can't let you be humiliated so easily!"

Sean then looked at Jasmine. "There’s an obvious logo--the letter 'H'--on every Hermes handbag and this logo is sewn on when the manufacturer made the handbag. Because of its complicated, artistic structure, the price of doing it with the creation of the bag is much higher compared to those that manually sew it on after the handbag is done. Imitations would not be able to achieve such high-quality artistic structure."

"What?" Many were stunned by what Sean had explained. They looked at the handbags thoroughly and found out that Jasmine's Hermes handbag had a letter 'H' that looked very ordinary, leaving the impression that it was made from cloth. The ‘H’ logo on Maisie's Hermes handbag, however, was elegant and artistically-detailed, making it look classy and showing off its quality.

Suddenly, everyone had a radical thought. Could Maisie be the one with the genuine handbag and Jasmine had an imitation? Jasmine compared hers to Maisie's and her expression changed. She could see that Maisie's handbag was obviously way better than hers.

"This can’t prove anything!" Jasmine said ignorantly.

Sean sneered and added on, "Also, a genuine canvas Hermes handbag uses a sophisticated French stitching technique which consists of weaving blocks made up of two distinct stitching directions, using different designs that overlapping each other. An imitation Hermes handbag does not."

The crowd compared both handbags once again and again found out that Jasmine’s Hermes handbag really did have the design, but its stitching was simple and ordinary looking--not leaving a lasting impression. On the other hand, Maisie's handbag had complete, clear, and symmetrical stitches. Jasmine's face turned green; she felt lost.

"I guess this doesn’t prove anything as well?" Houston added.

Sean continued, "You’re still not convinced? Alright! Then allow me to give you one more example. A genuine Hermes handbag, besides having its traditional sophisticated stitching process, will also add on their numbering during the sewing process. A serial number is specifically assigned to each handbag to express its prestige. I believe the handbag on Jasmine's hand lacks one?"

"It…it looks like Jassie’s really doesn't have a number on it!" A group of Thompsons glanced and was shocked to find out.

"How could it be? Maisie's handbag really has a number, so Maisie's holding a genuine handbag?" Jasmine could clearly see that Maisie's handbag had a number. Her eyes suddenly widened with disbelief.

Houston's face crumpled; he was stunned to find out the truth.

Sean confidently added on, "A brand new Hermes handbag has a very distinct leathery fragrance, coming from the preservatives used on to cure the leather. This leather is extremely expensive; an imitation cannot afford it, and is thus not long lasting."

The crowd smelled both handbags. From Maisie’s Hermes, the smell was so strong that you could even smell it in the air before you got close to it. Despite also being a brand new Hermes handbag, there was no smell from Jasmine's.

Suddenly, someone's handphone rang. "It's true! What Sean said is true. I had already clarified it with the officials of Hermes to differentiate between genuine and a fake product."

"Me too. Sean was right. Maisie's is genuine and Jassie’s holding an imitation," said another.

All of a sudden, all the Thompsons looked at Jasmine in a different way. They reminded each other that Jasmine was always in pursuit of fame and fortune and used an imitation product to replace branded stuff.

Houston's expression did not look good as he glared at Jasmine. "What’s going on? Jassie, don't tell me you bought an imitation?"

"It's not true, Houston. This was a gift from Young Master Brooke." Jasmine was very worried.

"Young Master Brooke?" Houston was shocked.

Houston knew his sister, Jasmine, had a suitor named Jet Brooke. He was also from a second-rate family in the Great Central Land and was always fooling around, messing with ladies. How could someone like him be able to give Jasmine an expensive Hermes handbag? Knowing this, Houston knew immediately that Jasmine was cheated, making her believe that an imitation was genuine.

Tap tap!

Suddenly, a guy in a Western suit came rushing into the hall of the Thompson family office, looking desperate.

"Where is Mr. Sean Young?" The guy in the Western suit asked, exasperated.

Houston looked at him unpleasantly. "Who the hell are you? Why are you here?"

The guy immediately took out his working visa. "I’m Hermes' representative for the Great Central Land, Charles Wright!"

'Hermes' representative for the Great Central Land?'

Sean turned around to face Charles Wright as he heard the familiar voice.

"Mr. Young!" Charles rushed to Sean as soon as he saw him.

Sean asked, "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Young, I represent the officials from Hermes; here to apologize to you once again. This is our Hermes VIP card. From now onward, all your purchases of our products will be free of charge!" Charles said respectfully.

The officials of the Hermes HQ in Paris had an emergency meeting the night before and had decided to apologize to Sean for the second time. This was because they could not risk offending the Supreme Leader of the Peerless Dragon.

Free of charge? Sean was given a VIP card for the world famous Hermes brand? All his future expenditure of their merchandise would be free of charge?

At that moment, the whole office hall was so silent, you could hear a needle drop.