"Ohh... oh..." Myrtle's eyes sparkled as she looked around the elegant interior of the shop. "I've heard about this place on the way here. It just opened recently but already monopolized the Firecarp Fish sales across the Dragon King Territory."
The shop truly lived up to its reputation. Every corner gleamed with polished wood, gold-trimmed shelves, and neatly stacked jars filled with glowing spices and glimmering fish scales.
"Ahem," someone coughed softly, but nobody paid attention.
"Hmmm... yeah," Tyla said, running her fingers along the counter, admiring the craftsmanship. "Actually, I decided to franchise this business and make money out of it. All I need is to put someone in charge here, and I'll just receive the profit—" she suddenly paused mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as realization dawned. "So that's how it is... it looks like I already own a lot of businesses out there. No wonder my account balance keeps growing."
