Alistair Forrest had also heard about her bet with Susan Caldwell, and he was sweating bullets for her. 'Should I just lie through my teeth,' he wondered, 'and offer a high price for her pile of stones to help her win this round?'
But as a businessman, he felt that doing so would go against all his commercial principles. For a moment, he was incredibly conflicted.
He could only sigh to himself. 'Honey looks so gentle and delicate, but she's got such guts! She's totally my type!'
Vera Xavier hadn't expected to see him here. 'When the jade is cut open later, he'll be my buyer,' she thought. 'I should be polite to him.' So she took the initiative to walk over and greet him. "Hello, Mr. Forrest."
Alistair Forrest's internal conflict vanished the moment he heard her greeting. 'She's so beautiful and sweet,' he thought. 'I have to help her, no matter what. I can't just let her suffer a humiliating defeat!'
