“This stone is fake!” shouted the middle-aged woman.
She twirled the stone and looked at the details of the carving. Everyone was silent watching him panicking as if he had lost a child.
"Madam, are you sure it's fake?" asked a surprised Ran.
"I know that stone very well. Look,” the middle-aged woman split the green rock with both hands.
"It's chocolate in it," said one man.
“That's a precious stone I bought at the auction. By having it I have high prestige,” the middle-aged woman panicked even more.
Unexpectedly the middle-aged woman gripped the collar of Ran's robe. She begged Ran to take the stone back from the black-hooded man.
“I would give you anything if you could get the stone back,” said the middle-aged woman.
Ran thought for a moment. If he wanted to be honest, he did nee
