Chapter 190:

Yelena gave him a quiet smile, then moved on to the second cut.

Her hands moved with precision and ease, like she was in her element.

And then… the crowd gasped, their collective breath catching. “Wait—what is that? Gosh! Look at that vibrant color!”

All eyes were fixed on the rough stone, and another collective gasp of astonishment echoed through the crowd. What lay before them was nothing short of a top-tier emerald.

The stunning green hue gleamed in the sunlight, radiating a brilliance that was extraordinary.

The green was so pure and dazzling, it seemed to glow with an almost magical intensity.

People couldn’t tear their eyes away from the stone, mesmerized by its captivating glow.

A gem of such quality was truly a rare sight, like something out of a dream.

The shop owner was practically bubbling with excitement, unable to contain his admiration for Yelena. “I’ve been in this business for years, and I’ve never seen an emerald of this caliber. Who would’ve guessed that such a small, ordinary-looking stone could hold something so extraordinary? Young lady, your eye for gems is truly remarkable!”

He couldn’t stop showering Yelena with praise, his voice filled with awe. His words were met with murmurs of admiration from the crowd, each person struck by the undeniable beauty of the stone.

An onlooker cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice smooth but eager. “Young lady, I’ll offer you two million. What do you say? Will you sell it?”

Yelena shook her head, a calm but firm expression on her face. “I’m not selling it.”

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With that, she turned her attention back to the stone, methodically cutting away the remaining outer layer, her focus unwavering.

Before long, she held a large, flawless emerald in her hands. Its purity and vibrant green color seemed to shine with an almost otherworldly brilliance, captivating everyone who looked on.

Roger’s face darkened, his confidence quickly fading. He hadn’t expected Yelena to hit it this big.

Yelena was truly fortunate, her luck shining through in a way that none of them could have predicted.

He watched Yelena, his frustration building with every passing second, clearly visible on his face.

Sonya’s expression wasn’t much better, her frustration mirrored in the tightness of her jaw and the coldness in her eyes.

Yelena gave a faint smile, her eyes gleaming with quiet confidence as she approached Roger. “So, are you ready to accept your loss?”

“You…” Roger stammered, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the right words.

“There are plenty of witnesses here,” Yelena taunted, her smirk widening. “Surely you won’t try to back out on a bet, will you?”

Roger, however, was too stubborn to admit defeat. He clenched his fists, refusing to get on his knees, his pride getting the better of him.

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