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.

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

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

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

"Umm."

She forced a smile.

assistant's rude voice

"We're going to check out

bring the stuff, and you refuse 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

word loud and

She turned her head.

assistant

the items for your customers! Whether we buy

choose whether

but what you say has

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