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 with her hands, but she didn’t leave

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

only sitting with his head

not to

quietly, his gaze as old

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

Interesting little girl, you come into the shop and

is mixed.” He sounded quite

to survey him, this

twenty or so, calling her a

object in front of him, it was a wooden

this shop, you

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

case, “Of course I care. I

my taste. If you had carved the wood, maybe I would have bought it,

hand, he clenched it, “You’re

aren’t you?”

(carving) but also tree (tea) for sale here?” She

entendre.

because this little brother was so 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

go, go, go! Don’t keep me from

“Don’t hold me up”, so it was

it, “Who says

in the shop that catches your fancy, so get out of

her, “You’re kicking out customers again! Do you still want to work here or not? Get out of here if you don’t want

had just been in a flaming mood, instantly dropped his head like a

rooster.

boss…” With an expression of understanding,

“You–”

humiliating, he was quickly lit up again

next second

did I tell 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