The owner of the neighboring stall suddenly grabbed Zoe Sawyer's arm, stopping her from going any further.
At the same time, he started pulling her toward his own shop.
Zoe Sawyer's expression darkened. 'I got carried away!'
She'd seen the person and just followed without a second thought, completely ignoring her surroundings.
"No, thanks. I have other things to do." Zoe Sawyer struggled to pull her arm back, her eyes warily fixed on the man. Her other hand tightened around her stun baton, ready to defend herself at a moment's notice.
The stall owner grinned. He didn't have the teacher's soft heart or his principle of not involving others. This woman looked delicate and pretty. If he sold her, he could make a fortune!
Whether it was a big score or a small one, this was a gift-wrapped opportunity—a guaranteed profit.
