The streetlights were dim, and the "Serendipity Pavilion" used a wooden sign, appearing indistinct in the night on Long Street.
The owner of the Serendipity Pavilion heard the commotion and thought it was a custor. He imdiately erged from the inner room with a standard welcoming smile.
However, as soon as the smile appeared on his face, it froze.
A group of people walked in.
Leading them was a woman as beautiful as a fairy, otherworldly, dressed in a denim jacket, exuding an air of coolness.
Following in a single file was a group of n in black, each tall and agile, who spread out automatically, quickly occupying the entire shop, focusing on guarding each exit.
Closing the door, blocking caras, guarding exits...
Strict and orderly, thodical and ticulous.
It’s clear they ca to make trouble.
Even more outrageous was that two n followed behind the woman; upon entering, one man instinctively moved a chair, and the other poured tea. The chair was placed right in the center, and the woman boldly took a seat; when the tea was served, she leisurely accepted it.
Acting as if the shop were her own ho.
"Boss?"
Sipping the tea, Nora Scott furrowed her brow, handing the cup aside, her voice clear and lazy.
A young man behind her promptly took it.
"...Yes."
Taking a deep breath, the boss, staring with fish-like eyes, tried to quickly co to terms with the situation, his scalp tingling and body stiff, nodding his head.
Nora Scott raised her eyelids, her expression cool, and sized up the boss.
Balding, bulbous nose, sleazy appearance, short stature, beer belly.
It matched what the information said.
After all, as soone who had been imrsed in this line of work for many years, he had so knowledge. The boss managed to calm down after trembling for a mont, and the previously stiff smile returned.
He reached into his pocket courteously, "May I ask if there’s anything you need?"
"Oh, ca to stir up trouble."
Nora Scott spoke nonchalantly, as casually as saying ’just browsing’.
Then she glanced at soone.
That person understood imdiately and rushed toward the boss, gripping his hand and dragging him out, confiscating the phone he intended to use for help.
But that wasn’t all.
The boss was a whole head shorter than him; he simply lifted him, completely frisking him, taking all the little things off him, then piling them up on the table.
"..."
Outnumbered, the boss was shocked to find himself being robbed in his own shop.
Once control of the shop was fully established, Nora Scott, sitting in the center of the store issuing commands, finally ntioned the main matter, "Last month, a batch of goods just ca into your store. Is that right?"
"..."
The boss’s expression sharpened, suddenly realizing sothing, he looked up at her in astonishnt.
Is she one of the gullible custors he swindled?
No!
Judging by her appearance, if she had stepped through his door, he definitely wouldn’t have forgotten!
Or perhaps, among the custors he swindled... one of them has a backer with formidable power, investigating...
With mounting anxiety, the boss felt tense and dry-mouthed, instinctively licking his lips, while imagining a dramatic scenario.
Unsure of what to do, the boss hesitated to speak.
Nora Scott didn’t force him to speak, but rather waved her hand, pulling a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, her voice fierce and wild, "Smash it!"
"Yes."
The man serving tea behind her responded respectfully.
Then, he glanced at the others.
Imdiately—
"Crash clang—"
"Bang bang—"
The goods in the shop were picked up one by one, smashed to the ground.
Most were fragile porcelain, which shattered with a crack upon impact, shards flying everywhere, providing a satisfying spectacle.
"You," first looking at Nora Scott, then surveying the entire store with the noise echoing, the boss was exasperated, "What are you doing, this is illegal!"
She raised her hand again.
All movents ceased, the n in black who followed her orders stopped their violent actions.
"I’ll handle the police. Besides, these counterfeits of yours aren’t worth much anyway."
With her eyes slightly lowered, Nora Scott admired her newly manicured nails, as if indifferent to the shop’s situation and the boss, her voice was understated, yet her words were piercing—
"However, when it cos to antique forgery, you’ll have a hard ti explaining."
"..."
The boss gasped.
Indeed!
They were here for this!
But—
Are they rivals, victims, or with another agenda?
His mind was a ss, this sudden situation left the boss unable to grasp what’s happening, but one thing was sure—no matter how it turns out, this matter can’t be admitted.
If admitted, it changes everything.
So he put on a face as if being wronged, "Who forged? Show the evidence if you’ve got the guts!"
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