The Divine Heir

Was It Luck Again?

When things became such a mess, although Irving didn't leave, he couldn't keep up his spirits.

There were still many people looking at him with undisguised sarcasm on their faces. Irving didn't dare to open his phone, for fear that he would see his own emoticon when he opened it.

Finnegan felt better when he saw Irving so depressed. The longer he was in contact with Irving, the more he discovered that this young man was really powerful. Whether he was gambling on stones or appraising treasures, he had never been weak. He had never seen anything like this before. He had never even seen him drunk before.

The experts on the stage were evaluating the gem carvings. Everyone used the same gemstone, so what they needed to look at now was the carving. The craftsmanship.

Irving now really felt what it means to live in a second like a year. He felt as if the eyes of the people around him were about to melt him. He really wished there was a hole in the ground that he could crawl into. It was rea