Chapter 807 Wynter's Past

They were different from ordinary audiences. Haddon was holding a porcelain cup, and his hand was shaking. "It's her. It really is her!" Compared to a year ago, she was more charismatic now. She was a young lady, but when those eyes swept over him, it inexplicably made him feel calm. Haddon could not forget the time he went to Southdale and was looking at emeralds near the border. He had wanted to see if there was anything that he could bring back to Cascadia. It would be fortunate if he could come across any relics and be able to bring one or two back. Who would have thought that the young lady would stand cold and aloof near a rough stone, while calmly requesting others to split it? To the experts, that piece of rough stone was a waste, and nothing good could be produced from it. It was a gamble with rough stones. A cut could mean something precious or something worthless. Even those with discerning eyes would have to depend on luck. Maybe after one or two rough stones, o