Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 1201

"Oh my god! This light looks even brighter than Ms. Dahlman's stone. It has to be at least a mid-grade spiritual stone."

The crowd gasped, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

"How is this possible? How could this brat have such ridiculous luck?" Finn's face twisted with a mix of anger and fear.

Sierra's expression grew tense with worry. If Sebastian had cut a lower-grade spiritual stone, she might still have a chance to win. But with a mid-grade one, her defeat was inevitable.

The sawyer master carefully took out his tools and began cutting the stone. Slowly, the spiritual stone emerged from within, and its brilliance dazzled the crowd.

"It's a mid-grade spiritual stone!"

"This brat's luck is insane!"

"He didn't even take a proper look. He just picked a random piece and ended up with a spiritual stone. His luck is off the charts."

The crowd could see the stone clearly now. It was sizable, and their amazement only grew.

"How could this happen?" Finn fell to the ground, and his face was pale with fear.

Sierra clenched her fists. Her eyes were filled with shock and dread.

"Congratulations, sir. This is a mid-grade spiritual stone, and it's worth around 300 spiritual stones." The sawyer master handed Sebastian the apple-sized stone with both hands.

While most of the crowd attributed it to sheer luck, the sawyer master had a different view. A single lucky break could have been by chance, but getting it right three times in a row? That wasn't luck.

He began to suspect that Sebastian might be a hidden master in stone betting.

Sebastian turned to Sierra. "Ms. Dahlman, you've lost."

Sierra's face became ashen. She hadn't expected to lose again, much less wager her own future on the outcome.

Finn struggled, but he lacked both the courage and the strength to resist.

Sierra quickly turned to Sebastian. "Please spare my brother. I'll do whatever you ask."

Sebastian sneered. "You're already mine. What makes you think you're in any position to make a demand?"

She dropped to her knees with a thud. "I know I don't have the right to make demands. Please spare him."

The crowd couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Once, Sierra had been the epitome of pride and brilliance. She was blessed with beauty, and she was a cultivation genius with stone-betting skills that rivaled a master's. She was dazzling in every way.

But now, she was on her knees and begging a man for mercy.

"Take the pill, and I'll consider sparing him," Sebastian ordered.