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.

Even though he gave me his card, I shouldn't spend it thoughtlessly. Also, taking credit for using his money to buy you things doesn't

buy these later? When I

you have money, we won't buy this! They're not good anyway. Only foolish wealthy people who know nothing would fall for

"Umm."

She forced a smile.

voice echoed. "Are you buying or

waved. "We're going to

stuff, and you refuse to buy them at the very last minute. Don't come here if you can't afford us!

every word loud and

her head.

assistant

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

to myself? Consumers have the right to choose whether to buy, and shop assistants have

do, but what you say

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