Chapter 199 When the Weasel Pays New Year’s Respects to the Hen

• Dominic barely reacted.
• “If I’m right, the other raw stone won’t have any jadeite in it.” He smiled at Cherilyn, then sent a burst of hidden force through his hands, splitting the other rough in half. … The core was a dull gray—no sign of jadeite at all.
• “Just as I thought.” Dominic clapped once. “Honey, I’m about seventy percent sure I’ve figured out how to tell if a rough has jadeite.”