She was in luck; the boss of this vendor spoke the country's language. He smiled and said, "Miss, you have a good eye for things. I really like these earrings too and had planned to keep them for myself. But since you have your heart set on them, I'll sell them to you. A pair of earrings for 12 dollars."
12... Enna Clark bit her lip. The price was close to what she had expected, but she still put down the earrings and tried to haggle with the boss, "Boss, 12 is too expensive, can you lower the price a bit? If it's lower, I'll buy them."
Baron Lawrence frowned, intending to help her pay. Enna knew he would spoil her plan, so she secretly reached out, held his hand, and subtly shook her head at him.
... What is this woman up to?
