The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 94

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You know the saying–rookies go by the color, experts read the heart of the stone. Sean’s the latter, so he understands this piece inside out.

But then he spoke again, tone mild but carrying an undercurrent of temptation. “I knew Ms. Wood had good eyes and good luck, but… a stone still has to be cut. A price bump from the window alone doesn’t count as profit. From this window, the value is sitting around 4 to 500,000 dollars. If you don’t want to risk the blade, you can cash out now.”

Draven glanced over at Cassia. “What do

you think?”

Sean immediately leaned toward Cassia, eager to press his angle. “Ms. Wood, take the profit while it’s hot. One cut can either make you rich, or it can ruin you. You’re up 3 to 500,000 dollars already. Sell it while you can. I’ll take the piece off your hands–I’ll pay 400,000. Don’t try to act tough like the others.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“One cut and you’re rich, one cut and you’re ruined–one wrong slice and you’re back in rags.”

It was the single most famous proverb in the gemstone world.

Plenty had struck overnight fortune with one lucky slice. Plenty more had lost everything the

same way.

Still … something about Sean’s tone made Cassia’s lips curl in faint disdain.

He wasn’t wrong–but she didn’t like what he was implying.

She wasn’t greedy.

But she wasn’t timid, either.

Cassia said, “I’m not selling. I’m cutting.”

Draven looked pleased with her decision. He didn’t say anything, just nodded once.

Cassia took the rough back from the cutter and said, “One cut down the center. Keep the bangle horizon intact.”

Sean huffed a laugh. “You little brat, still so stubborn. But this isn’t like your previous picks. If this piece changes grain after the cut, no one’s buying it from you.”

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He kept talking, “Forget 400,000. Even for 20,000, people won’t touch a mutated piece. Don’t complain that the offer’s low. I’m not trying to take advantage. I’m offering because I can afford to gamble.”

Cassia smiled lightly and did not argue.

She knew exactly what he was thinking.

But just because Sean wanted the profit didn’t mean she was going to hand it to him.

Money’s money. Why should I let you be the one to earn it?

She just said, cool as ice, “I can afford to gamble, too.”

And with that, she stopped paying him attention.

Truth was, Cassia had seen no crack lines in the structure. Sean was testing her–bluffing to scare her. Did he really think she was some naïve newbie?

Once the cut was made, they’d see who was bluffing.

The cutter secured the stone onto the machine and powered up the blade.

News spread instantly. A young girl spent a million on a low–grade Kimberley Black Carbon rough–the least promising piece in the room–and now she was going to cut it herself. Most weren’t here to cheer.

Most were here to watch Cassia crash and burn.

The tension was thick. This piece was currently valued at 400,000 dollars. That was considered a heavyweight stone.

One blade down could mean a car. A second blade could mean a house. This was not something ordinary people dared to play with.

The cutter shaved into the stone little by little. Cassia watched with composed calm as the blade split the rough open.

Heaven or hell–she would know in moments.

Win or lose, she would savor it.

Finally, the cutter stopped and handed the stone to her.

On a piece north of a million, even he seemed unwilling to make the reveal himself–he

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Heads craned around her. People leaned over shoulders. Breath held. Everyone was waiting.

Cassia cupped the stone, and her heart gave a faint leap. This was the moment.

She began to pry it open–slowly.

Even though she’d gambled countless stones already, her pulse still spiked.

Opening a stone was like opening a lottery–your fate might be on the other side of that score line.

Her temple throbbed. Her jaw clenched so tight she could hear her teeth grind.

Every second of a stone reveal was torture even to seasoned gamblers.

No one truly understood “one cut rich, one cut poor” until they’d stood exactly where she stood.

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