The CEO's Beloved Antiques Expert: Has She Been Found Out Today?

“This Kangxi seal is a fake.” Su Nuan's tweezers hovered above the seal knob. “The uranium radiation is three times the safe limit. President Lu, are you too afraid to use a real antique when you kill someone?”

Lu Chen raised her chin with the barrel of his gun. “Miss Zhou, why don't you guess how many of the 137 artifacts you've restored are rigged with traps meant to kill you?”

The ICU monitor shrieked in the background. Zhou Yulan's recording suddenly played from inside the scroll mount: “Nuan, don't trust the Lu family's heartbeats. Their hearts were replaced with pieces of blue-and-white porcelain long ago!”

“Your mother's oxygen line is connected to a bomb in a warehouse in Myanmar.” Lu Zhenting's face appeared on the electronic display of The Night Revels of Han Xizai. “Restore this painting, or your mother will become the twenty-eighth test subject floating in formalin.”

Lu Chen suddenly tore open his shirt. His porcelain-transformed heart glowed with a cobalt-blue light. “You can still run, Su Nuan.”

“Run?” She plunged a syringe of radioactive medicine into his neck. “Didn't your father teach you? Palace Museum conservators are experts at turning broken porcelain into weapons.”