The Major's Reborn Killer Wife
The thought was a promise carved in ice.
Finally finding a secluded moment, Skylar reached into her new spatial dimension—the pocket of impossible, unseen air—and retrieved the raw jade stone. She held it under the dim, dusty light filtering into the room, examining it meticulously.
It was a piece of Black Sand Skin, hard, fine-grained, and clearly a coveted, high-quality old-pit raw jade. In her assassin life, she had moved through the shadows of the underground jewelry trade, learning enough to know that this stone, which the goat-bearded trafficker had hidden so carefully, held immense value. It was a piece of gambling stone—an object that could bring instant, staggering wealth or utter r
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