“You deceived them into believing I couldn’t pick an antique? Just to make them think you are going to lose since you chose me,” Perseus questioned.Mr. Kim nodded. “Yes, that’s why I did it.”Perseus leaned back against the chair, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Alright,” he said, feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction settle in his chest. Mr. Kim had his reasons, and that was good enough for him.“Mr. Kim,” a voice said, making Perseus raise his head to look.He saw a familiar face; the person had a grin on his face as he stared at Mr. Kim.“Yama, you are here,” Mr. Kim responded.Yama nodded, throwing his head back. “Yes, have you picked who is going to represent you, or are you going to go in yourself and pick an antique?”“I might go by myself.”Yama looked stunned. “You and I know that you can’t pick antiques because of your terrible eyesight.”Perseus hadn’t noticed it before. Yama's lips twisted into a smirk, his eyes narrowing with a glint of mockery as he stared
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