My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 9

“Oh? This young lady wants to join the betting game?”

Tyson’s eyes lit up when he saw a stunning young lady raising her paddle, and he immediately sent someone to invite her over.

The guests inside the venue were shocked to see Xanthea raise her paddle.

“The Nightshade heiress? What’s she doing getting involved in a betting game?”

“So young, what does she know about gem betting? Maybe she just wants to make an appearance in front of everyone!”

“And making an appearance isn’t cheap. Tyson’s gem starts at 500 grand. Not everyone can afford that.”

“Exactly. If she gets even a little gem out of it, consider it good luck. Bad luck means just a piece of worthless rock and a waste of hundreds of thousands.”

“I’ve heard about the Nightshade family’s precious gem, who’s treated as a treasure by her family. To see her here, even her reckless actions are indulged, escorted by her two brothers no less.”

The protective brothers at that moment were massaging their foreheads, inwardly exclaiming that they were dragged into this, but as long as she was having fun, money was a minor detail.

When Xanthea passed by Lockwood rock identification and spotted Orion, it was clear he hadn’t expected her to join the betting game. A flicker of light passed through his deep-set eyes.

She smiled at him gently, her grin seemingly provocative or teasing, which dazzled h eyes.

Xanthea’s participation was just a brief interlude, and soon the focus returned to the professional gem appraisal teams, with only Orion’s intense gaze still lingering on h

Due to the mystery and unpredictability of gem betting, after many years, the inner ci still hadn’t found a reliable way to appraise them, relying instead on the color, shape, tiny fissures of the stones, with luck playing a major part.

or was just guessing based on luck when choosing

but according to the rules, you can’t touch the gem

is th

just want to smell it;

To smell?

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had never heard such an odd request. It was just a stone, what could she possibly

closed her eyes, leaned

silicate, and silicon dioxide mixture, just an ordinary

discovered her unique sense of smell, able to detect scents

class in middle school that she

of making it

“All right, next one.”

sniff, and she wanted the next one? The

of stones, all ordinary, with at most one or two containing mediocre quality fragments of

all a scam by Tyson, smallest, most ordinary-looking raw stone at the

steps halted at

pure scent of jadeite? The assistant was

“Wait!”

the pure, rich scent of

believe her eyes as she stared at the raw stone, which was

ordinary-looking stone, one that could be overlooked on the street, contained an extremely rare type of jade, so rare she

“This one!”

one? The assistant looked at her as if she were a