Shelly had wired $1 million! Wasn't the agreed amount $100,000, or were her eyes playing tricks?
Lana counted the zeros, like an old woman having difficulty reading letters.
"$1 million! What the heck! By "$100,000," did she mean $100,000 each?" Lana murmured, her conscience hurting a bit. As greedy as she was... her bottom line was never harming or scamming the innocent.
"That's not scamming. The price was quoted by her, and these talismans were made by your arduous efforts! It's only right for her to pay so much!" Mr. Crow leisurely interrupted.
Others might be unaware, however, that he had witnessed a silver-haired girl hunched on a desk, patiently grinding ink, putting in her energy, writing on the talismans, and discarding her own hard work when it didn't match her result.
She was a perfectionist through and through. Each time her waist ached, her hands trembled, and even her legs became numb due to maintaining the same posture for 3 to 4 hours straight.
