The shop owner quickly picked up on Cassian's unspoken signal. A knowing look flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a small, calculating smile.
Being a veteran in the business, he knew exactly how to play along.
Inside, he couldn't help but chuckle, but on the outside, he kept his professional mask firmly in place, as though nothing unusual had just transpired.
"You're right," the shop owner agreed, following Evangeline's comment smoothly. His voice carried a touch of feigned apology.
"We do sell replicas, of course. But don't worry. Our replicas are top-tier. A lot of our clients can't tell the difference."
His eyes subtly shifted towards Cassian, seeking guidance for the next step.
"Do you have any jewelry?" Evangeline asked, her interest piqued. It was cle
