The moment the words left his mouth, Tristan Blackwood still felt a flicker of unease gnawing at the edges of his confidence. He held up a hand and added one more stipulation, his voice carrying across the gathered crowd. "Let me be absolutely clear about one thing. As long as the jade I cut from this stone is worth more than the price I paid at auction, it counts as a win. Even if it's worth one dollar more, that's my victory."
"Naturally," Quinn Thorne replied without hesitation. "And as long as the jade you cut is worth less than ten million, it's my win."
Vivian Sinclair leaned in close to Quinn, her voice dropping to a murmur only he could hear. "Are you really sure about this?" She understood the world of blind gemstone speculation well enough to recognize that Tristan's partially
