Sweet Revenge

Chapter 133 Interesting young man

“What nonsense!” Silvia poked her with a finger and sat her back.

“Geez, sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s going on in this world!”

She sat down, still thinking she had a point,

“I think it’s because he’s done so many bad things that God can’t stand it and is punishing him for

you.”

Silvia shook her head, “Okay, I’ll get the check, you gossipy little girl!”

“How much less fun you have to have in life if I don’t gossip!” Winnie said defiantly.

As she stood up, Silvia saw Winnie’s phone on her desk, still with the news picture about the car accident, Ladarius … retribution?

After parting from Winnie, Silvia went for a stroll around Gleaner’s Street to see if there were any interesting objects and to pass some of her free time.

It’s a place that specialises in vintage items, but of course there are some real ones and some fake ones, so it’s up to your eye.

After two blocks, a small shop without a front door caught her attention. The shop looked small, but the items were arranged in a way that showed that the owner had his own aesthetic.

As she approached the front of the shop, she could smell a faint fragrance.

It was refreshing, not strong and fragrant, but rather elegant, which matched his small shop.

When he entered the shop, no one was there to entertain him, as if the shop was empty.

Silvia went through the shop one by one, but the shop was mainly devoted to wood carvings, mostly ornaments or hangings carved out of wood.

Depending on the material of the wood, the carvings were different.

The workmanship is not that good, but the shape of each object is unique, that is, the first impression after entering the shop is different from others, very special.

touch any of the objects

while, she beard a clear man’s voice, “What are you looking

with his head down in

not to see

at himself quietly, his gaze as old and heavy as the

just looking.” Silvia smiled, “Boss, you’ve got a bit of a mix of scents

the shop and

mixed.”

her head to survey him, this young man

her a

object in front of him, it was a wooden carving that was being

objects in this shop,

be my guest, you don’t care who carved them. You go to a restaurant and you have to care which

however, was still on his case, “Of course I care. I don’t like dishes made

had carved the wood, maybe I would have bought

his hand,

aren’t you?”

do you not only have carved (carving) but also

entendre.

funny, a boyish face that had not yet completely shed its youthfulness, but when he opened his mouth it was choked with gunpowder, but his skills were obviously not up

go! Don’t keep me from my

hold me up”, not “Don’t hold me up”, so it was interesting to see such

he did, the more interesting Silvia found it, “Who says I’m not buying anything, I just haven’t

in the shop that catches your fancy, so

something when she saw the curtain lift and an old man come out, scolding her, “You’re kicking out customers

bro, who had just been in a flaming

rooster.

it’s not the boss…” With an expression of understanding,

“You–”

was quickly lit up again for a

next second

you about talking nicely and being polite! You’ve driven your customers away and you’ve carved all this shit to sell to the devil! Shut up and go back to