Adrian leaned over a table littered with raw stones, his eyes scanning each one as if he held the power to judge its fate by sheer presence. He turned to Elara with a smirk and said, “Do you see this? This stone is utterly useless. Anyone who values it is either blind or foolish. If Finn wants it, he can have it for free, I do not mind. In fact, I insist.”Elara chuckled softly, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. “Finally, Blackwell Jewelry is no longer a threat to us. Soon, the whole conglomerate will bow before us. All it takes is patience and precision. Finn thinks he can challenge us, but he has no idea what is coming.”As they celebrated, Jessica approached from the counter, her heels clicking softly against the stone floor. She glanced at the two, her expression unreadable, and asked, “Do you want more? Should we pick more stones?”Adrian waved a hand dismissively. “Pick as many as you like. Anything large or small, it is all yours. I am feeling generous today. Take whatever

Adrian’s eyes flashed as he stepped forward, his voice sharp with disdain. “How about your lavender jadeite? You are just a piece of trash. Do you think you can call the shots around here?” Finn did not flinch. He held his gaze steady and replied evenly, “Of course I can. As the successor to the Vale family, I doubt you can pull up an equal bet.” Jessica’s hands tightened around the edge of the table, her sharp voice slicing through the tense air. “Exactly. Our lavender jadeite is equivalent to one hundred million dollars. So, what is your stake?” Elara’s eyes gleamed as she leaned close to Adrian. “I hope you are not going to back down now. If we win this bet, we take their premium jade. It will be all ours and cover the loss from the previous auction.” Adrian’s jaw clenched, and he gave her a firm nod. “I would not back o

All around them, the atmosphere was charged with electricity. Whispers carried through the hall as the onlookers digested what had just transpired. Some admired Finn’s skill and ruthlessness, others gawked at the magnitude of the loss, and a few simply shook their heads in disbelief at how swiftly the balance of power had shifted.    Elara knelt beside Adrian, her mind racing with calculations and possibilities, trying to salvage the remnants of their plan. But each second that passed reinforced the harsh reality: they were outmaneuvered, humiliated, and powerless against Finn and his allies. The Vale quarry, once a symbol of their control and influence, was now firmly under the command of Blackwell jewelry, a testament to the shifting tides of fortune.    Jessica, confident and precise, orchestrated the takeover with a calm efficiency that belied the chaos s

Jessica could hardly contain herself. She rushed forward and threw her arms around Finn, embracing him tightly. His frame was solid under her grip, but he remained calm, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and signaling for her to regain control. “Mr Rowe, we—I’m going to be rich! Blackwell jewelry group is going to make an epic comeback!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. Her words came in bursts, almost disjointed, each one heavier than the last with her disbelief and joy. Finn’s eyes, steady and calculating, met hers, and he shook his head slightly, reminding her to loosen her grip and regain composure. Jessica’s laughter and cries mingled together as she stepped back, though her hands remained near him. “Ten billion! This is what ten billion at least—ten billion dollars!” she shouted. Around them, the crowd erupted into astonished murmurs and exclamations. The

“Grandpa,” Finn began, his voice steady yet urgent, “I have finished the third trial before the sun goes up. I would inform the Ashburns that I am not going.” His grandfather’s eyes narrowed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m afraid not, Finn.” Finn’s brow furrowed. “Why, Grandpa?” “Because the Ashburns are part of your third trial,” his grandfather said, voice calm, almost teasing. “What trial is this now?” Finn asked, leaning forward instinctively, as if the weight of unseen eyes pressed upon him. “I want you to triple Blackwell Group’s share price in one week,” his grandfather replied, eyes glinting with challenge. Finn froze, his fingers tapping rapidly against the armrest as he processed the words. “What? A week? Triple?