If You Want A Cheeky Seductress (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 142

In the shopping district of a city not far from Athanta, the capital of Gania, Jack, the owner of a jewelry shop, stared at a woman who had come to sell an ornate fan.

No matter where or how he looked at her, she resembled a fairy—crimson hair, deep blue eyes, and pale skin. Her clothing was lavish and beautiful, yet her personality was not.

“Only 20 gold?! Do you think I’d be fooled? I paid far more than that for this! You’d better pay the proper price. This is exactly why common riffraff like you should never be trusted!”

The woman, who hadn’t even given her name, had already spent an hour haggling with Jack over the fan’s price. Jack, an ordinary “common riffraff” who didn’t recognize the face of this country’s crown princess consort, watched the crimson-haired woman shout relentlessly and thought to himself:

‘Her personality is absolutely insufferable.’

Her beautiful face was striking, but her abrasive temperament was so frightening it might haunt his dreams.

“That’s just how it is, miss. It’s hard to sell something at the exact price you bought it for. Who’d be stupid enough to pay 50 gold for a fan? I’d have to dismantle it to sell the parts—those feathers are useless, worth less than a silver, and the jewels might fetch maybe 18 gold if I’m lucky… Honestly, even 20 gold is generous from my end.”

“That makes no sense at all! How can a 50-gold fan drop to just 20? You should at least give me half back! Hand over 25 gold!”

Did he have that kind of money lying around?

Jack was exasperated, but her tantrum was ruining his business. Even the traveler who’d just walked in earlier frowned at the woman’s outburst and promptly left.

Business was already suffering due to the Franche Royal Family’s recent actions, which had scared away travelers from Gania, and now this woman’s racket was chasing away every remaining customer, putting him in a terrible spot. Deciding he needed to get rid of her first, Jack sighed and said,

“Fine. I’ll give you 25 gold.”

“There! You’re still making a profit at 25 gold, and you dared try to cheat me? You wretched swindler.”

“…That’s rather harsh.”

“Then don’t cheat me! Ugh, forget it—just hand over the money! Now!”

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