Chapter 343

“It’s a shame there’s no real competition,” Aspen said lazily, stifling a yawn. “Let’s open two more stones for fun, then we’ll head out.”

She lifted a finger, casually signaling the gem cutter to begin. Her every movement captivated the eager crowd, anticipating another breathtaking display of her skill.

Before the cutter could start, a calm voice cut through the chatter. “Excuse me, could you help me cut this stone?”

Though not loud, the voice pierced the noise, drawing everyone’s attention. The crowd instantly erupted in irritation.

“Who’s this clown? Can’t they see Ms. Stevens is about to make her move?”

“Ms. Stevens is playing at the highest level—why waste time with someone else cutting a probably worthless stone?”

“Whoever it is, they need to leave. Today’s show belongs to Ms. Stevens, and no one should interfere.”

The disgruntled murmurs shifted to curious stares as people turned toward the voice’s source. A gasp followed.

“It’s Mr. Lloyd! He’s back!”

The realization stunned the crowd. Andrew stepped forward, calm and composed. “What’s the problem? Is gemstone cutting exclusive to Aspen now? Or can others participate?”

The gem cutter quickly smiled, attempting to ease the tension. “Of course not, Mr. Lloyd. Gemstone cutting is open to everyone, provided the rules are followed. Which stone would you like me to open? I’ll ask another cutter to handle yours.”

Francesca’s voice, sharp and cold, rang out. “Oh? Are you saying we aren’t worth your full attention?”

The cutter’s face stiffened. His priorities were clear—he favored assisting Aspen.

A wealthy young heir, who had earlier mocked Andrew, sneered, “Mr. Lloyd, stick to antiques. This is beyond your capabilities. Are you even sure you know what you’re doing?”

Andrew’s tone remained steady. “There’s only one way to find out.”

The young man laughed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Gambling with gemstones isn’t for amateurs—it’s easy to lose everything and ruin your reputation.”

Aspen chuckled softly. “Andrew, I’m surprised you dared to show up.”

“Didn’t you hear? Even amateurs know gemstone cutting is risky. Are you sure you’re ready to take the plunge, or should you reconsider?”

Christina frowned, worry evident. Andrew’s arrival felt ill-timed and reckless. Couldn’t he see Aspen was at the peak of her performance? Challenging her now seemed foolish.

Andrew met Aspen’s gaze calmly. “Let’s not pretend, Aspen. You staged this entire show to lure me into competing. And you want to talk about risk? That’s hypocritical, don’t you think?”

Aspen’s smile turned icy. “You’re right—I do want to see what you’ve got. Just say it, Mr. Lloyd. Are you in, or are you out?” She emphasized his name mockingly, highlighting the challenge.

The crowd sensed the sharp edge in her tone. Aspen wasn’t merely inviting Andrew to compete; she was openly taunting him.

Elsie spoke up. “Mr. Lloyd, you don’t need to do this. Gemstone cutting is for everyone—there’s no rule saying you have to compete against Ms. Stevens.”