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.

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

buy these later? When I have the

we won't buy this! They're not

"Umm."

She forced a smile.

assistant's rude voice echoed. "Are you

Wynn waved. "We're going

and you refuse to buy them at the very last minute. Don't come here if

heard every word loud and

you say?" She turned her head. "Is this how you

assistant

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

choose whether to buy, and shop assistants have no right

but what you say has

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