There seemed to be a voice inside Persephone that said, "Don't do this. It's someone else's money."

She recalled what Wynn had told her. Morpheus' life hung on the edge every day working at the underground arena. The slightest mistake could cost him his life.

However, the audience watching the competitions were avid gamblers who cared little for the fighters' lives, deriving pleasure from the adrenaline of gambling.

Her hands shook.

She glimpsed Morpheus' blood-stained wrist wrap, a testament to the toll he paid for every cent earned. Yet, she...

After some thought, she held onto the credit card.

"What's wrong?" Wynn asked softly.

sorry." She turned to face him. "I suddenly remembered that this is Morpheus' hard-earned money. Even though he gave me

was sincere, "Wynn, can we buy these

course!" He smiled happily. "You silly girl. Why worry about that? Even if you have money, we won't buy this! They're not good anyway. Only

"Umm."

She forced a smile.

then, the shop assistant's rude voice echoed. "Are you

waved. "We're going

bring the stuff, and you refuse to buy them at the very last minute. Don't come

every word loud and

say?" She turned her head. "Is this how you

assistant

look for the items for your customers! Whether we buy it or not,

talk to myself? Consumers have the right to choose whether to

do, but what you say has to fit

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