Chapter Five: The Perfect Counterfeit

As officers approached, Lin turned the box to the camera. “Laurent has released the theft settlement. Old shoes cannot testify, but materials, photographs, and needle holes can.” “You think bringing me down reaches the people above?” He murmured. “Obsidian Asia arranged this pair. Calling it fake only proves your eyes deserve a higher price.” Before police led him away, he smiled. “You will beg them to buy you.” That night, seventeen thousand applications buried ClearMark's inbox. Then Tang Xiaoman sent seven Chinese characters: Brother Lin, I may not make it to college. The gray die beside her name had stopped spinning. It had cracked.