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.

looked around the shop twice but didn’t touch any of the objects with

a

was actually someone in the shop, only sitting with his head down in the corner

not to

looked at himself quietly, his

Silvia smiled, “Boss, you’ve got a bit of a

girl, you come into the shop and don’t look at things,

mixed.” He sounded quite

Silvia tilted her head to survey him, this young

more than twenty or so, calling her a little girl out of the blue,

a wooden carving that was being polished, just not

in this shop, you carved them?” She

them, buy them, if not, 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 a little impatient

course I care. I

carved the wood, maybe I would have bought it,

-“clutching the carving knife in his hand, he

aren’t you?”

but also tree (tea) for sale

entendre.

he opened his mouth it was choked with gunpowder, but his skills were obviously not up to scratch and he was so

go, go, go! Don’t keep

said “Don’t hold me up”, not “Don’t hold me up”, so

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

don’t have anything in the shop that

to say something when she saw the curtain lift and an old man come out, scolding her, “You’re kicking out customers again! Do you still want to work

in a flaming mood,

rooster.

the boss…” With an expression of understanding,

“You–”

was quickly lit

next second

polite! You’ve driven your customers away and you’ve carved all this shit to sell to the devil! Shut up and