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.

but didn’t touch any of

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

that there was actually someone in the shop, only sitting with his head down in the corner and with the light and the surrounding scenery obscuring it,

not to

moment, he looked up and looked at himself quietly, his

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

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

mixed.”

tilted her head to survey him, this young man looked young,

twenty or so, calling her a

was a wooden carving that was being

shop, you carved

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

“Of course I care. I don’t like dishes made by chefs

you had carved the wood, maybe I would have bought it,

hand, he

aren’t you?”

carved (carving) but also tree

entendre.

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 to

go, go, go, go! Don’t

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

it, “Who says I’m

that catches your fancy, so

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

had just been in a flaming mood,

rooster.

not the boss…” With an expression

“You–”

poked and prodded was humiliating, he was quickly lit up again

next second

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