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And for the first time in seven years, I smiled.

They called her Jade Venus. Not to her face, of course. To her face, she was simply Mrs. Wei, the widow of the Dragon of the South China Sea, a man who’d once owned half of Cotai before a stroke felled him at fifty-two. But behind her back, in the smoky whispers of the junket operators and the sigh of the mahjong tiles, she was Jade Venus—a statue carved from nephrite, cold and priceless and utterly untouchable. jade venus

My name.

“Wei Dong found this in the tomb,” the old woman said. “He knew what it meant. He wore it for luck. But when he died, he gave it to his wife and told her to wear it every Friday at Table Seven. Not to scare his enemies. To wait.” And for the first time in seven years, I smiled

She was gone.

I should have apologized and walked away. Instead, I said, “Then why are you here every Friday?” To her face, she was simply Mrs