As Finn Rowe left the Ashburn villa, the heavy iron gates sliding shut behind him, Ella remained standing where she was, her gaze fixed on his retreating figure. The calm she had maintained earlier finally cracked, replaced by a restless unease she could not fully explain.Her aunt stood beside her, arms folded, eyes sharp and calculating.“Ella,” the woman said slowly, “who exactly is that man?”Ella inhaled. “I told you already. Finn Rowe.”“That is not an answer,” her aunt replied flatly. “Men do not walk into this estate, display the Blackwell crest, command silence from your grandfather, and then summon the CEO of Blackwell Jewelry as if she were a subordinate.”Ella hesitated. “He said he is a representative of the Grand Sovereign.”Her aunt’s eyes narrowed. “And you believed that so easily?”“I saw it,” Ella insisted. “Grandfather bowed to him. Jake and Belle knelt. You felt it too. The authority was real.”Authority, yes, her aunt thought grimly. But authority could also be bo

The CEO of Blackwell Jewelry placed a file on the desk, her expression serious. “Yes sir, we only have some glass jadites left and it is not much. Our current reserves are almost depleted.”Finn’s mind was already calculating. “I have heard about it from the Ashburns. Is there anything that you need my help with?”The CEO raised an eyebrow, impressed with his calm confidence. “Valia’s jade supply, be it uncut or partially finished, is always controlled by the Vale family. As you know, the Voss family has partnered with them. They provide their first-class jade to the Vale family exclusively. The Vale group is our rival in this market.”Finn tilted his head slightly, taking it all in. “Interesting. So the Vale handles the jewelry design and sales, while the Voss manages the raw gemstone supply. Two prestigious families complementing each other perfectly. No wonder Elara pushed for a divorce.”The CEO gave a tight nod. “Exactly. And the problem is immediate. We need thirty pounds of fir

The Vale Jadeite quarry spread across the horizon like a mountain fortress of raw power. Sunlight reflected off the piles of uncut jade, turning the site into a glittering expanse of green and white. Elara Vale stepped out of the sleek black Range Rover, her eyes scanning the activity with calculated precision. Every movement, every worker, every piece of stone seemed to speak to her of control, of dominance, of what belonged to her family. Beside her, Adrian smirked, arms crossed, his presence exuding authority as he surveyed the quarry.“Well, well,” Adrian said, voice carrying across the open space, “look who decided to show up. I never thought the day would come when you two would have to rely on gemstone betting just to procure jade. Are you really that broke in life?” His words dripped with derision, each syllable a sharpened dagger meant to wound.Elara laughed lightly, but there was a razor edge to it. “Honestly, it’s almost tragic to watch. All this grandeur, all this power y

“Buy it now”; he ordered, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable weight that made Jessica hesitate for only a moment before she moved. She bent down carefully and collected the small stone, its surface unremarkable, almost forgotten among the dozens of raw stones scattered across the hall. Pulling a small flash torch from her bag, she circled the stone, examining it from every angle, flicking the light across its surface as though she could somehow divine its contents. Her brows knitted in frustration. “You really want this one? With all due respect, Mr. Rowe, you are more likely to win a lottery than to find a premium jade in this particular raw stone,” she said, the edge of disbelief clear in her voice.Finn’s auburn eyes gleamed faintly under the overhead lights as he glanced down at her. “Do not worry about that. This stone is not what people expect it to be. You see, nobody values it. Nobody has looked into it. They are all concerned about the big stones, the obvious prizes, a

Adrian’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a smirk as he stepped closer to Finn, pointing at the raw stones laid out across the polished wooden table. “These stones are clearly out of your league,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You should not concern yourself with them. More importantly, you should not interfere in our business. Stay in your place.”Finn’s gaze lifted slowly, his eyes calm but sharp, catching Adrian’s arrogant posture and his smug grin. He leaned slightly forward, his voice low but unwavering, carrying the weight of someone who had long learned patience and precision. “Adrian,” Finn said, each syllable measured, deliberate, “why are you acting like a big shot? Have you completely forgotten the humiliation I put you through at the auction? Unlike you, I am not stupid enough to pay fifteen million dollars for a piece of junk.”Adrian’s face twisted with anger. “Watch it. You know nothing.”Finn tilted his head slightly, his dark auburn eyes catching