radicalducati Chapter 1412: You're Not Worthy
Chapter 1412: You're Not Worthy
Isabella Chamberlain now wants an explanation!She has put all her funds into it, knowing that the price of this raw material far exceeds the funds given to her by her family.
In order to show something to her family, she has drawn out funds from the hotel and other money she can access.
Don’t be fooled by her running a hotel; there’s not much cash in it, and what’s more, the money the hotel earns doesn’t all go into her pocket; some has to go to her family.
If it collapses… No, it won’t, it definitely won’t collapse.
“No worries, no worries!” Master Clark stood in front of the raw material trying to appear calm, observed it carefully, then said coolly after drawing a line, “Cut from here.”
The stone-cutter didn’t hesitate at all, and started cutting.
With a thud, the Stone fell to the ground, revealing… a perfectly clear cut surface.
There were hisses from the crowd; over a billion spent on raw material, and all that was cut was a thin layer?
This is a collapse.
Master Clark quickly drew another line.
After cutting again—Stone.
Draw again, cut, Stone… Draw again, cut, Stone…
After doing this back and forth five or six times, the larger raw material was thoroughly divided into several pieces.
Except for the thin layer at the beginning, inside there were only scattered strands of green, but what use is such green?
It’s all waste!
“Master Clark, what’s going on?” Isabella Chamberlain couldn’t remain calm.
If it really collapses, she’ll be finished!
She can’t lose!
She can’t collapse!
Absolutely cannot collapse!
“Miss Chamberlain, it’s not fully cut yet…” Master Clark’s face turned green, his voice slightly trembling.
“Not fully cut?” Isabella Chamberlain laughed angrily, pointing at the pile of broken Stone on the ground, and questioned, “Do you want to grind it piece by piece?”
Everyone here is not an outsider; anyone can tell this raw material has completely collapsed, there’s no chance of recovery.
Even if luck would allow finding jade in other pieces, the volume would be too small.
It wouldn’t be worth the money she invested.
Isabella Chamberlain’s merciless words were like heavy slaps, fiercely hitting Master Clark’s face, making his face burn hotly.
“Miss Chamberlain, this…” Master Clark didn’t know what to say.
Master Clark’s face changed several times, suddenly looking at the calm Patrick Grant nearby, and suddenly flying into a rage: “Patrick Grant, did you set this trap?”
“You remember what happened back then, you deliberately came to harm me!” Master Clark finally found an outlet to vent, it wasn’t his fault, it was all Patrick Grant’s doing.
“Harm you?” Patrick Grant chuckled, asking lightly, “Do you even deserve it?”
Those four short words instantly drew a line between him and Master Clark, forcibly splitting the ground beneath their feet, a stark contrast between upper and lower.
The extreme humiliation made Master Clark feel as if he was burning, shouting furiously: “Patrick Grant, you’ve stayed hidden for so many years, why did you suddenly show up today? After you appeared, I gambled and lost; if it wasn’t you who did it, who could it be?”
Such absurd speculation made Patrick Grant laugh out loud: “Isn’t this gambling ground yours? Can’t I appear here?”
Then, Patrick Grant’s face darkened: “Back then, when I was here, you were just a nobody!”