Marcellus only followed Winter the whole time.
He sure hoped that she was not messing around with him and that he was not only wasting his time. It's just that he couldn't figure out a thing that she'd possibly want to show him in a raffle.
"What do you think, Mr. Marcellus Lexington? Does this seem like a fraud to you?" Winter started out of nowhere, talking in a whisper that was barely audible.
"Well, considering certain factors like the cost of their prizes and the number of these people, it can be. The expenses outweigh the profit," Marcellus replied, a little taken aback by how sudden that question was.
"Their prizes are authentic, though. Wanna see?"
"You're saying you're gonna win a prize?"
"Not just one. I can win them all."
"You sure know how to talk big, Ms. Agreste."
She only grins at him right then, overflowing with confidence.
