“Mr. Codd, that young man who practiced cutting with your scrap—did he really slice out a piece of top-grade jadeite?” Ms. Copperfield asked, surprise flashing in her eyes.
“Let’s go take a look,” Mr. Codd said grimly.
By another cutting machine, Damian Vaughn had just ruined a full-gamble rough stone he’d bought for a hundred thousand.
The loss didn’t matter much to him financially, but it stung—it felt like a gambler losing a sure bet.
Then he heard someone shouting that Glass Jadeite had been cut out nearby.
Seeing a crowd gathering, he frowned. “Rex, what’s going on over there?”
“I heard clearly, young master. Someone just cut out a piece of Glass Jadeite,” Rex replied.
“Glass Jadeite?” Damian arched a brow. “Quite the luck. Let’s go have a look.”
When Damian and Rex reached th
