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.

me his card, I

sincere, "Wynn, can we buy these later? When I

happily. "You silly girl. Why worry about that? Even if you have money, we won't buy this! They're not good anyway. Only foolish wealthy people who know nothing would fall for their

"Umm."

She forced a smile.

rude voice echoed. "Are you buying or

Wynn waved. "We're going to check out

minute. Don't come here if you can't afford us! So pretentious."

every word loud and

head. "Is this how you treat your

shop assistant

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

right to choose whether to buy, and shop assistants have

say

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