Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 1195

"Brat, you're going to lose. My sister is a master in picking stones. She can beat you even with closed eyes," Finn said with a snort.

"Since you're so confident, why don't we raise the stakes?" Sebastian asked with a smiling face.

"Sure. I'll bet one arm with you," Finn agreed with a menacing look.

"It's a deal." Sebastian smiled confidently.

When Sebastian agreed, Finn was exhilarated. "Later, I want to cut off your arm myself!"

"The more excited you are right now, the more disappointed you'll be later," Sebastian uttered thoughtfully and turned to Leroy and Tucker. "Are you guys going to bet as well?"

Both of them chickened out immediately. Although they trusted Sierra, it was better to play it safe. They had learned their lesson earlier and didn't want to take any more risks.

Afterward, Sebastian started picking rough stones. There were many rough stones, but he didn't sense anything after checking more than 30 pieces.

Undoubtedly, he wasn't going to give up so easily and checked a few more dozens. Finally, his gaze locked on a rough stone measuring about three feet high.

This rough stone weighed more than 500 pounds and was priced at 15 thousand spiritual stones. This was considered a high price in the first courtyard.

Sebastian could sense something from this stone, so it was likely that there was something within.

Unfortunately, the feeling wasn't strong. Perhaps the stone within wasn't comparable to the upper-grade spiritual stone from earlier. Although he had a high chance of winning, Sierra was a master in picking stones; the risk was too high.

"I've made my choice," Sierra announced, pointing at a rough stone weighing more than 200 pounds.

Sebastian passed by discreetly and felt the stone with his hand. When he had a strong feeling from it, the look on his face fell all of a sudden. This feeling was stronger than before, which meant that there was a highly precious stone within.

Finn sneered and said, "One minute's up. Are you done? If you still haven't picked a stone, then you'll be declared as the loser."

Just when Sebastian was thinking of a solution, his gaze suddenly fell on Jack, who was sitting on a stone stool. In front of the stool was a stone table, which appeared to be made out of a polished rough stone.

"I've made my choice." Sebastian flashed them an insightful smile.

"Have you? Which one?" Sierra asked in puzzlement.

"This is the one!" Sebastian patted the stone table in front of Jack.

"Are you kidding? That stone table is a useless stone, and it's not for sale. Just tell it straight if you want to admit defeat. As long as you apologize on your knees, maybe I'll be quick when I take your arm and won't let you feel so much pain," Finn said, smiling coldly.