Amalia suddenly stopped and thrust the packet of milk candies that Rafael had given her into his hand. "Take it. Please don't follow me anymore."
After that the footsteps that had been following closely disappeared behind her. When she almost reach out of the alley, she glanced from the corner of her eye and confirmed no one was there anymore. That person had been following her for the milk candies in her pocket after all.
...
The next day, before heading out, Amalia logged into the Red Espiritual Net. Since the network's staff had clarified the situation for her and sent a private message, more and more people were purchasing her artifacts. Many were inquiring about when new artifacts would be available, but Amalia neither deleted nor responded to the messages.
Shutting down the private messages, Amalia suddenly remembered something was missing. It seems Carlos hadn't come to see her for a long time. However, she didn't dwell on it, assuming the other person was busy.
That day at the stall, there were notably more people seeking her help to repair their artifacts. Among them were a few of the thin stall owner's old customers. Amalia sensed the thin stall owner's undisguised glares, clearly very angry.
"Aren't you two worried? She's not just stealing my customers but yours too," the thin stall owner suddenly remarked to the old and chubby stall owners.
Both the old and chubby stall owners remained silent.
Growing somewhat anxious, the thin stall owner continued, "Don't look at the few customers she's snatching now. Once she takes all of your customers in the future, it will be too late to worry."
"As much as that's true, what can we do about it?" The chubby stall owner almost smiled, "She's relying on genuine skills. Do we need to compete with her on skill?"
"Some people are naturally suited for this kind of work," the old stall owner finally spoke.
"Skills?" The thin stall owner's face suddenly showed a hint of sarcasm, seemingly recalling something. "If others have Skills, should we just step aside for them?"
"No one should step aside for anyone unless that's what you truly believe." The old stall owner spoke lightly. "People who belittle themselves only end up deeper in their own misery. In our line of work, mindset are matters."
Spirit Cultivators refine the soul and the mind. If the mind isn't right, it's destined to go nowhere.
The thin stall owner's expression drastically changed, immediately lowering his head.
Amalia didn't pay attention to their conversation as she received a call from Samuel - something had happened to Carlos.
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The three stall owners hadn't finished their conversation when Amalia suddenly packed up her stall, and preparing to leave. They almost thought their conversation had affected her.
"Leaving so early, little sister? There are still several hours until sunset," the chubby stall owner asked cheerfully.
"Yeah, I got something to do, so I'm closing up early today," Amalia replied.
The thin stall owner subtly sighed in relief, suddenly noticing the old stall owner smiling at him, which made his face tense up again.
As she walked out, Amalia dialed Samuel's communicator. "What happened to Carlos?"
Samuel look gloomy, he said: "Carlos is suffering because of me. After Francisco's plan failed, the blame shifted to Carlos. They secretly sabotaged not only the business Carlos's parents had worked hard for but also burdened them with debts."
Furrowing her brows, Amalia's eyes darkened, reminding her of her own parents. Why were these people so fond with such tricks?
"That's not the worst part for Carlos. What's really making him suffer is the betrayal from his uncle's family," Samuel explained, his face growing grim.
"Francisco knows very well how to torment someone. Carlos already disliked his uncle's family, and now, egged on by Francisco, they're trying to seize his family's assets."
Thinking about it made Samuel feel uneasy.
"How is he now?" Amalia inquired.
"What can he do? He's trying to help his parents pay off the debts and regain the property snatched by his uncle," Samuel explained.
"Your family's power should be stronger than Francisco's. Can't you help him take it back? Their methods surely leave some traces," Amalia suggested.
Samuel bitterly smiled, "I thought about it initially, but I'm afraid for my own safety."
"Why?" Amalia asked, puzzled.
"Somebody is targeting my family behind the scenes, and it coincides with the trouble in Carlos's family," Samuel explained. "I can't help but think too much."
"Are you sure it's related to Carlos's issue?" Amalia kept a serious face. "With the Salvador's influence in Big Apple City, there should be very few who could counter your family."
"Though it sounds that way, it doesn't mean it's not possible. I've investigated but couldn't trace the mastermind," Samuel said with an uneasy expression.
"Usually, there's only one possibility— the mastermind's status and family background is surpass mine."
"Do you have any suspects?" Amalia inquired.
"The Yoder, the Rodriguez, the Zeigler, and a few others," Samuel mentioned.
Upon hearing 'Rodriguez,' Amalia's expression suddenly cooled. She thought it might be the Rodriguez, but in a split second, she dismissed the idea.
The Rodriguez couldn't possibly know. If Arthur knew about Carlos and his relationship with her, he wouldn't only target Carlos; But he'd likely threaten her foster parents too, which would be more effective.
"It's not the Rodriguez," Amalia stated firmly.
Samuel looked at her in surprise; her tone was too certain, make him raising doubts about whether Amalia knew something.
However, he didn't ask, he understand that everyone had their own secrets. "Then it's probably the Yoder or the Zeigler."
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