Chapter 972

The crowd stared at the gemstone in disbelief, their mouths open in astonishment. The mention of "the Rockefeller emerald" acted like a catalyst, causing a rush of people to flock to Helen's stone-cutting station. They were eager to see in person the rare gem they had missed at the previous auction. Under the soft glow of an incandescent bulb, the exposed corner of the emerald shimmered like a beating heart. Despite being an inanimate object, it seemed to pulsate with a vitality of its own, exuding an extraordinary radiance. The crimson hue was both captivating and unsettling, evoking the sensation of standing by a blood-red sunset on the shore, immersed in the sky's ecstatic dance. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, wondering which gemstone would claim the top spot—the imperial green emerald or the Rockefeller emerald. The room soon fell into an eerie silence, with pairs of eager eyes focused intently on the stone at the cutting station. It seemed as if numerous invisible han