When Nina came out of the restroom, she saw the shop owner standing nervously by the door. Sweat was dripping from his forehead as if he had seen something terrifying.


    Seeing her, the owner greeted her like an important guest, "Oh, miss, you''re finally out! My goodness, I can''t buy this ring. Please, take it back!"


    He hurriedly handed the ring back to Nina.


    "Why won''t you buy it?" Nina asked, confused. "We agreed on ten thousand."


    "I can''t, I can''t!" the owner insisted, almost shoving her out the door. "I can''t afford this ring. Please, go sell it somewhere else!"


    With that, Nina was practically pushed out of the store. She turned back to see the owner shut the door tightly, clearly closing up shop.


    Seeing him like this, Nina found it very strange. She had just used the restroom, and now the owner was acting like this?


    Nina took out her phone and saw the ten thousand the owner had transferred to her. "I haven''t refunded the money yet..." There was no response from inside the store. It was as if the ten thousand dors did not matter anymore.


    How strange!


    Nina was not one to take advantage of others, so she refunded the money to the owner. Then, she decided to try selling the ring elsewhere.


    However, every store she visited reacted the same way upon seeing the ring, refusing to buy it like it was cursed.


    Given the previous owner''s excitement, there should not have been any issue selling the ring. Something was definitely wrong.


    Deciding to keep the ring for now, Nina headed to arge supermarket. It was rush hour, and the ce was packed. She picked up some yogurt, fruits, vegetables, and snacks, filling her bag to the brim.


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    like you. Let me help. Where''s your car? I''ll carry it for you."


    Before she could respond, the man had already picked up her bag.


    "No need," Nina declined politely. "I came by bicycle, it''s just up ahead."


    "But it looks like a lot to carry on a bicycle. How about I drive you home?" he offered.


    Since when were people this helpful? Suspicious, Nina studied the young man, who seemed too eager to help.


    Frowning, she watched as he effortlessly lifted her bicycle onto his shoulder.


    "I have a pickup truck. I can easily load your bicycle and give you a ride home," he offered.


    "Who sent you?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.


    The young man stiffened, "What? I don''t understand."


    Nina continued, "All day, people have been following me, clearing my path, helping with my things, even stopping me from selling my ring. Who sent you?"


    From the start, Nina had sensed something was off. There were too many coincidences.


    The young man forced a smile and exined, "I was just passing by and saw you struggling. I really just wanted to help."


    "I don''t believe your good intentions for a second. Who sent you?" Nina demanded, her voice firm.


    The young man started to stammer, clearly flustered by her directness.


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