Chapter 834 Do Not Push Your Luck

What the hell? Does she think that I'm her boyfriend?

Nevertheless, Donald had no choice but to fork up five hundred.

Right as the two of them were about to leave, a van stopped right outside the shop.

Five ruffian-looking men in black short-sleeved shirts came down from the vehicle.

The leader, Zaydie Horseraft, took a peek at the paint buckets that Donald was holding and said arrogantly, “Sorry, Sir, but you bought the paint from this shop, didn't you?”

“Uh-huh, and what about it?”

“This shop doesn't have a permit to sell wall paint. Please bring these two buckets back.” Then, Zaydie yelled at Pharrell, “Pharrell Chearne, didn't I tell you not to sell these products anymore? Hurry up and refund these people!”

Pharrell was about to put the money into his wallet when he heard Zaydie's words.

Despite his unwillingness to comply, he had no choice but to return the five hundred to Donald.

Donald did not take it, however, for he noticed that Pharrell did not seem like a scammer who would sell counterfeits for a living.

In contrast, Zaydie's aggressive demeanor made him look like a villain.

refusing to take the money, he smiled at him and said, “Sir, if you want to paint, I know a shop that has branded goods and guaranteed quality. I'll take you there

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and said, “Sir, if you want to paint, I know a shop that

Sir, just

way!” Zaydie interjected. “Without a sales permit, your products cannot be sold in the market. Pharrell, I have

when he

opened up a shop here? You have been patient? Patient, my

the contract, you have to move out of this market before noon. Otherwise, we're going to move your goods out for you.” He glanced at his watch. “Oh my, look at the time. It's already twelve. I'm sorry, Mr. Chearne, please move aside and allow my

waved his hand, and his henchmen behind him immediately rushed into the store, haphazardly throwing all the items that Pharrell had just

“Stop it! Stop it!”

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