Chapter 123

“Look, we laid out our terms clearly. You insisted on buying it. I didn’t force you,” the shop owner said indifferently.

“Stop the crap! I don’t want this Luminianth Root anymore. Refund me!” Julle grabbed the man’s collar and roared.

“What? Are you trying to stir up trouble in my shop?”

The shop owner’s expression didn’t falter. He quickly clapped his hands once. A group of brawny men emerged from a back room.

Seeing their fierce expressions, Julie and the others fell silent.

“Are you tired of living? How dare you cause trouble in Mr. Walter’s shop?”

“Anyone can see they’re brainless; they have no clue about the rules here.”

“Exactly! They didn’t even check the item before bidding. That speaks volumes about their stupidity!”

The crowd gossiped.

“What? You think I’m scared because you have a few men?” Florence glared, putting up a brave front. “You son of a bitch! I’m warning you, refund me now, or I’ll sue you for fraud!”

“Go ahead, sue me.” Mr. Walter remained unfazed. “I sold you a Luminianth Root. That’s what you get anywhere. You set the price; it has nothing to do with me. Suing me is pointless!”

“You—!” Florence clenched her teeth, deterred by the men.

“You fat bastard! Why didn’t you mention the Luminianth Root was defective?” Julie said, furious.

“Before you paid, I gave you the Luminianth Root. Now you’re blaming me because you didn’t open and check it?” Mr. Walter retorted assertively.

Julie’s blood boiled, but she was helpless. Although she hadn’t paid, the feeling of being scammed was frustrating.

“Hahaha! Fifteen million for a piece of wood! That’s hilarious!” Ruth mocked remorselessly, finally getting her chance for revenge.

“Mind your own business!” Julie barked.

“Actually, I should thank you for not selling it to me. Otherwise, I’d be the scammed one!” Ruth laughed.

“You—you!!” Julie fumed, her face red with anger. Her eyes practically blazed.

Florence, seeing an opportunity, said, “Miss, you want a Luminianth Root? We’ll sell you one. Twenty million dollars.” She presented the root to Ruth.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Twenty million for this trash?” Ruth mocked. She was rich, but not stupid; a wilted Luminianth Root was useless.

“Fifteen million?” Florence pleaded, hoping for a quick sale.

“No.” Ruth refused firmly.

“Ten million! Ten million is good, right? We’re already losing money!” Florence begged frantically, sweating.

“Do you think this is worth ten million?” Ruth asked incredulously.

“Five million! Just five million!” Florence was near tears, her eyes darting around. “Anyone? Five million?” She could only hope to minimize her losses.

“Stop wasting your energy. Only an idiot would buy this trash!” Ruth pursed her lips.

A voice rang out from behind. “I’ll buy it for five million dollars.”