"This is impossible," Liam whispered, staring at the mountain of jade before him. His face had gone completely white, sweat beading on his forehead despite the warehouse's cool temperature.
Franklin stood frozen beside the cutting table, his weathered hands trembling as he surveyed the unprecedented display. "Thirty-six stones. Thirty-six perfect selections. In four decades, I've never imagined such a thing was possible."
I brushed the stone dust from my hands, my expression unchanged. "The bet was clear, Master Blackwood. Thirty-six stones, with the loser calling the winner 'Grandpa' and covering all expenses."
"You cheated," Liam snarled, his shock transforming into desperate anger. "No one can predict jade content with perfect accuracy. You must have insider knowledge or tampered with the stones somehow."
