Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Alpha Hayley’s Destined Mate

Chapter 104 Do You Know Anyone Here.

Hayley’s POV:

+8 Pearls

In the realm of rock betting, there was a well–known saying–a single cut can either make you wealthy or leave you destitute; it has the power to alter your fate or send you spiraling into misfortune.

We stepped out of the vehicle and were met by two anent streets, bustling with shops and stalls that showcased an array of raw stones, each varying in shape, color, and size.

As I explored this unfamiliar place for the first time, confusion washed over me, prompting me to ask. “Are we here to buy emerald ores?”

Benjamin nodded and replied. “Just come and take a look

He guided me down the street to the right. Along the way, I noticed not only locals milling about but also some Westerners like us, their sharp expressions revealing their business–oriented mindset.

Stopping at a corner, Benjamin focused intently on a particular raw stone. “Go ask how much this one is,” he instructed.

I followed his lead and engaged in a conversation in fluent Mornant, but when I heard the vendor’s price, I was taken aback. “Eighty thousand for this piece of junk?!”

Raising an eyebrow. Benjamin inquired. “Is that 80 thousand in local currency or 80,000 dollars?”

want 80 grand for this worthless rock? Anyone

soon as I voiced my disbelief, Benjamin declared.

role was merely to translate; the decision to purchase was entirely his. I swallowed

to the vendor, I negotiated fiercely, employing my bargaining skills and successfully reducing the price by 5 thousand dollars. We ultimately agreed on 75

still struggled to comprehend its supposed worth, especially since

a sniff, but

and continued

rocks, each costing between 50 thousand and 200 thousand dollars. Watching him splurge made me wince for

you intend to do with all

responding, he glanced at the rock I was holding and said, “Let’s find a place to cut

shop, and when I mentioned that we wanted to cut the rocks, a crowd quickly gathered around us. The shop owner approached me and explained, “You didn’t buy these raw stones from me, so we’ll need to charge a processing fee–one thousand dollars per rock.”

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and he retrieved his credit card

+B Pearls

this, I handed the rock to the craftsman. As the crowd closed in, the rock cutter examined the rock and muttered, “Neither the pattern nor

direct order. “Start by cutting from the left

request, and the cutter began his work, operating the machinery with remarkable precision. Yet, the process was

eager anticipation, the first rock was discovered to

onlookers; I felt a pang of regret for

do you want to continue?” the rock cutter asked. glanced at Benjamin,