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.

suddenly remembered that this is Morpheus' hard-earned money. Even though he gave me his

these later? When I have

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

going to check out

to buy them at the very last minute. Don't come here if you can't afford us! So pretentious." the shop assistant muttered to herself, but she was quite

heard every word

turned her head. "Is this

assistant

for your customers! Whether we buy it or not, it's the consumer's right. What right do you have to be making

choose whether to buy, and shop

but what you say has to fit

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