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.

lucky. She was wearing ten-inch stilettos. When she bumped into Natalie, she stumbled backward pathetically before falling onto the ground on her bottom. The glass of red wine in her hand shattered onto the floor with a loud crash. In an instant, the

 

it was. Seeing that they had bumped heavily into each

beautiful face. She struggled up from the floor and raised her hand to slap Natalie

 

hadn’t replied to her, Natalie thought she was in so much pain that she could barely speak. She looked up at her

expected to see the

out to grab the woman’s hand instinctively and took a curious look

a coincidence. She had bumped straight into

Natalie’s grip

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

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

with displeasure. “My apologies, Ms. Moore, but I can’t let go of you then. Although I was wrong for knocking you over, I’ve already

if you did? I never accepted your apology!” Isabelle snapped,

her lips. “Well, how do you want to settle

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