"Man, you were amazing back there!" Fidelia turned to Lyman, her eyes shining with admiration.

Lyman just shrugged. "Flattering me won't get you anywhere. There's only one set available."

Fidelia huffed, glancing at Lyman before blurting out, "My sister-in-law says you're just using scarcity tactics. She called you a greedy capitalist!"

Effie looked at Lyman with wide, innocent eyes. "Well... I did say that. But I didn't know it was you."

Lyman raised an eyebrow. "And if it was?"

Effie grinned. "Honestly? Well played."

Fidelia's mouth twitched. She turned to Effie, mock-accusing, "Effie, that's such a double standard!"

Effie ignored her, gently turning Fidelia's face away. "Shhh, be good. Don't talk." "Why not?" Fidelia protested, fuming as Effie held her head in place.

Effie mumbled, almost to herself, "Don't interrupt me while I'm watching my idol." The moment she said it, both Lyman and Fidelia stared at her in shock.

"Watching... your idol?" Fidelia echoed.

Lyman, clearly amused, looked at Effie with interest.

a brilliant example of business success. At

reached out and ruffled her hair. "Sweetheart, all my money

then her face lit up in delight. She muttered, “That's

curtain! Not just of

to

Effie. "Lyman, your wife's totally obsessed with money

as if he

her breath, Fidelia sang, "I should be stuck under the car, not stuck here

Effie: "..."

Lyman: "..."

Fidelia, a look of exasperation on his face. "Why are you

ि

snorted. "Mind your own

word, she bolted out

intention of chasing her. He

"She dragged you here straight after work, didn't

"It's fine, I'm not

Lyman

and started

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