Chapter 1595


    "Spotted something you like?" Carol noticed her friend pausing; linking arms with her, she suggested,


    "Shall we go in and have a look?"


    The mannequins were adorned with tags that dered "New Arrival".


    "See anything you fancy, just try it on. It''s on me today!" Carol dered with a generousugh.


    "Did youe into some money?" Arabe asked with a light chuckle.


    "A bit," Carol whispered, "Splurging on a few outfits isn''t a big deal."


    Arabe had known for a long time that Carol mastered the "Deadly Seven Steps" - a drug she had


    once used against Arabe. So Arabe guessed, "Pharmaceuticals?"


    "Nope, but how did you know I dabble in little concoctions?" Carol said; then suddenly remembering


    something, sheughed again, "It was my artwork, actually. Sold a piece on the underground market


    for 50 grand. You know, my foster parents were teachers; they loved painting and calligraphy, and I


    picked up a bit from them growing up."


    Though they weren''t masters of their craft, her artwork and calligraphy could fetch a decent sum.


    "I also sold a calligraphy piece for 30 grand, so today you pick whatever you want, my treat!" Carol''s


    smile had just begun to bloom when a girl shot her an unfriendly re.


    "Carol?" The girl''s voice dripped with disdain, "What are you doing in a ce like this? Dad''s been


    giving you too much pocket money so you dare to shop here?"


    "Let''s head over there," Carol took Arabe''s hand, eager to avoid a pointless spat.


    The girl noticed the bouquet of white roses in Carol''s arms and said with even more scorn, "Your


    mom''s been dead for how many years now, and you''re still wasting money on that? Just looking at it


    brings me bad luck!"


    "Katherine!" Carol''s anger sparked, but she held it in, not wanting to cause trouble for her father.


    "What? Am I wrong? Your mom''s long gone, and you''re squandering money on something for a dead


    person. Think the family fortune is yours to waste?" Katherine''s words were cruel, and she even


    knocked the bouquet from Carol''s arms.


    Carol watched the flowers meant for Crystal fall to the ground and felt her temper rise. Her voice


    carried a warning, "Pick them up."


    Instead ofplying, Katherine stomped on the bouquet, "Pick up something for the dead? As if!"


    Carol was skilled enough to handle Katherine in under a minute, but the problem was, Katherine was


    her half-sister; they shared the same father.


    Katherine, still feeling unsatisfied, kicked the ruined flowers at Carol''s feet, "Pick up every petal and get


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    out with your bad luck charm! This ce is out of your league!"


    As Katherine turned to leave, Carol''s hand shot up, delivering a stinging p, "Didn''t your mom teach


    you manners? Living in my house for so long, you never learned decency?"


    Katherine clutched her face in disbelief, staring at Carol, "You weakling!"


    When had she be so strong?


    "The ruined flowers, 19 bucks." Carol said, taking out her phone and disying the payment code,


    "Scan it."


    "You dare ask me for money." Katherine seemed to be encountering such audacity for the first time,


    "Isn''t dad''s money enough for you? Now you''re after mine too."