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, I shouldn't spend it thoughtlessly. Also, taking credit for using his money to buy

we buy these later?

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.

rude voice

"We're going to check

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

word

her head. "Is this how you treat

shop assistant

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

I talk to myself? Consumers have the right to choose

do, but what you say has

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