"Wow, Aspen truly lives up to her name as Bridgefields' Stevens family's golden girl. She's got more guts and precision than most men out here!"

"She's in a league of her own—no one in Jayrodale could match her confidence and skill in this game."

Aspen's boldness and undeniable charm captured everyone's attention. Some men could not help but look at her longingly, practically ready to bow down at her feet.

She scanned the area with a sharp gaze but did not see Andrew anywhere. She smirked and mumbled, "Looks like someone finally realized they're out of their depth. He must've decided to hide rather than embarrass himself in front of me."

The master gem cutter began working on the third gemstone. With years of experience behind him, he carefully shaved away the outer layers without making any bold cuts.

Two-thirds of the stone was removed, yet nothing remarkable was revealed. A tense silence fell over the crowd.

Could Aspen actually fail this time?

Even so, her calm and c