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.

turned to 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 you things

we buy these later?

worry about that? Even if you have money, we won't buy this! They're not good anyway. Only foolish wealthy people

"Umm."

She forced a smile.

shop assistant's rude voice echoed.

going to

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

heard every word loud

turned her head.

shop assistant scoffed

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

myself? Consumers have the right to choose

but what you say has to fit your

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