Mr. Blackwood pouted. “What do you mean, ‘choose’? Do you think you’re picking cabbages at the supermarket? I can’t just produce one of my pieces when you ask me to!”

Shane’s lips curved into a smile. “I heard from my sources that you still have a Blossoming Prosperity teacup that you haven’t sold yet.”

Mr. Blackwood’s face twitched. “Who—who did you hear that from?”

Shane turned around to look at him. “Oh, does it really matter? Come on, hand it over. I have some land in the capital that I can rent out to you for peanuts. You can build your kiln there.”

Mr. Blackwood looked as though he was about to protest. His mouth opened uncertainly before he clamped it shut and sighed. “I’ve lost to you again! Alright, then, I’ll go and get it for you! Jeez.”

Mr. Blackwood stuck his hands behind him and tottered into the storage room.

That night, Natalie showed up at the Moore Residence with the teacup in hand. After asking one of their servants, she was informed that Mr. Moore was in his study. She decided to make her way there herself.

However, just as she had taken two steps, a woman dashed out from the crowd and ran right into her, bumping so heavily into Natalie that she stumbled a little.

Natalie recovered her balance quickly and didn’t fall. However, there was a throbbing pain in her shoulder that made her frown in agony.

her bottom. The glass of red wine in her hand shattered onto the floor with a loud crash. In an instant, the floor

 

was. Seeing that they had bumped heavily into each other, she quickly bowed to

the woman was completely livid. A look of rage flashed across her beautiful face. She struggled up from the floor and raised

 

thought she was in so much pain that

never expected to see the woman’s hand

hand instinctively and took a curious look at the woman’s face. When she realized who it was, she felt a little stunned.

She had bumped straight

rage. She tried to shake her hand free, but Natalie’s grip was simply too strong.

her order. Looking up at Isabelle, she said, “I’ll do that if you promise not to

onto the floor and make a fool of me in front of all these people? I have a good mind to give you a good

frowned with displeasure. “My apologies, Ms. Moore, but I can’t let go of you then. Although I was wrong

accepted your apology!” Isabelle snapped,

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