Flowing Shadow's fist slammed down onto the table in front of him, causing several cracks to spread under the force of his iron fist. Retracting his hand, he smugly wiped his knuckles.
Isabelle remarked, "Quite impressive... This table costs 110 thousand. Since we worked together before, I'll give you a discount. Later, I'll send you the card number..."
Hearing this, Flowing Shadow looked at her with confusion. After a moment, he managed to mutter, "Are you kidding me? It cost 110 thousand dollars for a coffee table, is this a daylight robbery?"
Isabelle replied calmly, "I'm already doing that."
Flowing Shadow choked on his words. He blurted out, "You wretch!"
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