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.

this is Morpheus' hard-earned money. Even though he gave me his card, I shouldn't spend it thoughtlessly. Also, taking credit for

we buy these later? When

"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

"Umm."

She forced a smile.

rude voice echoed. "Are you

"We're going to check out

Don't come

heard every word

you say?" She turned her head.

shop assistant

you're working here, it's your job to look for the items for your customers! Whether we buy it or not, it's the consumer's right. What right do

can't I talk to myself? Consumers have the right to choose whether to buy, and shop assistants have no

say has to fit

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