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    She hadn’t seen thising. She fumed in frustration.


    The cashier’s tone didn’t change. “Our gallery operates legally. The business license is posted right there on the wall. As for the price, that piece was appraised and certified. You’re wee to call the police—it won’t change the number.”


    Jazlyn stood trembling in fury.


    Next to her, Sharon looked at the painting, then gave her a mocking grin. “Oh no, ma’am, you’re incredible. If you really buy this painting for me, I’ll leave her right now. What’s the hold-up? Can’t afford it?”


    Jazlyn’s face flushed crimson. “You people are insane! This painting isn’t worth that much! It’s junk! Get your manager! I demand an exnation!”


    The cashier smiled again and picked up the phone. Momentster, a man in ck-rimmed sses approached. Calm and polite, he walked straight over.


    “Hello, ma’am. I’m the manager of this store. How can I help you?”


    Jazlyn angrily pointed at the painting in Sharon’s hands. “This painting! Fifty million?! What kind of scam are you running here?!”


    The manager didn’t flinch. His voice was smooth, professional, but firm. “That piece is indeed priced at fifty million. You’re under no obligation to buy it, of course. If our store doesn’t meet your expectations, we won’t trouble you again.”


    Then he turned to the cashier. “Lottie, please show thisdy the door. Be sure to note in our system—we won’t serve her in the future.” He gave a curt nod.


    walked away. The cashier, Lottie, smiled sweetly and held the door open. “Take care, ma’am.”


    Seeing everyone looking at her with thinly veiled disdain, Jazlyn clenched her teeth and stormed out, her heels clicking furiously against the floor.


    Just a lousy shop, she fumed to herself. Like she even cared!


    After Jazlyn finally stomped out of the gallery in a fit of embarrassment, Lottie walked over to Ste and Sharon with a bright smile. “Would you like me to wrap this painting for you?”


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    Sharon blinked, confused. “Wait, seriously? You’re selling it for fifty million?”


    Fifty million? That was way beyond what she could afford—she’d have to sell her car, max her cards, and then some.


    But Lottie shook her head, still smiling. She gave Ste a quick, meaningful nce. “No need to worry. This painting is a gift—for you.”


    “Free?” Sharon asked, her voice full of suspicion.


    She leaned closer to Ste and whispered, “Stel… is this ce shady or something?”


    A fifty-million-dor painting—for free? That screamed scam.


    She should probably check the reviews online first.


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