The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1687

"Alright, you think I don't have top-tier goods?"

"Just you wait!"

Flora wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

She actually did have fresh inventory, though he was currently refusing to cooperate.

She had originally planned to break him in for a bit longer before putting him to work.

But it looked like she had to accelerate the timeline.

"How much are you willing to spend?"

Flora pulled up a photo of the new guy. There was no face shown, just a silhouette shot.

Even from the shadow, it was obvious the man had a phenomenal physique with sleek, defined muscle lines.

"Why do you only have these sketchy shadow pictures? Are you trying to scam me?"

Rory was clearly still unimpressed.

"If he has a great body but a face like a toad, am I playing with him, or is he playing a joke on me?"

"I'm not looking to get ripped off!"

Rory's relentless pickiness made Flora want to punch her.

But adhering to the golden rule of sales—the pickiest customers are the ones most likely to buy—Flora doubled down.

"I guarantee his face isn't ugly. He's got that rugged, tough-guy look."

Rory raised an eyebrow. "Your guarantee means nothing. What if our tastes are completely different?"

"After all, everything you've shown me so far has been aggressively mediocre."

Rory wasn't lying.

No matter how good-looking the previous recommendations were supposed to be, none of them caught her eye.

The guys from back home were one thing, but the local Kaston men she had been shown made Rory feel like she was being subjected to a cruel joke.

"You!"

"Fine. If you put down a deposit, I'll have him brought here, and you can inspect the goods in person. Deal?" Flora tried to goad Rory into paying up.

But Rory wasn't that easy.

"No way. What if you just take the deposit and bolt?"

"Or what if you bring me some weak loser and try to force a sale?"

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