"It's a shame there's no real competition," Aspen said lazily, stifling a yawn. "Let's open two more stones for fun, and then we'll head out."

She lifted a finger, casually signaling the gem cutter to begin again. Her every movement captivated the crowd, who watched eagerly, anticipating another jaw-dropping display of her talent.

Before the cutter could start, a calm but distinct voice cut through the chatter.

"Excuse me, could you help me cut this stone?"

Though the voice was not particularly loud, it seemed to pierce through the noise, drawing everyone's attention.

Instantly, the crowd erupted in irritation.

"Who's this clown? Can't they see Ms. Stevens is about to make her move?"

"Ms. Stevens is playing at the highest level—why waste time with someone else cutting a stone that's probably worthless?"

"Whoever it is, they need to leave. Today's show belongs to Ms. Stevens, and no one else should get in the way."

The disgruntled murmurs turned into curious stares as