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.

face him. "I suddenly remembered that this is Morpheus' hard-earned money. Even though he gave me his card,

we buy these later? When

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.

the shop assistant's rude voice echoed. "Are

going to

last minute. Don't come here if you can't

every word loud

head. "Is

assistant

customers! Whether we buy it or not, it's the consumer's

myself? Consumers have the right to choose whether to buy, and shop assistants have

say

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