Chapter 49: Taking our stuff and not returning it, have you no shame?

The boss was a genuine Country W native, babbling a long string of sentences. Enna Clark didn't understand a single word. She gestured with the ring in her hand, trying to communicate using the few Country W words she knew.

Suddenly, a spoiled voice cut in, "Wow, such a beautiful ring. Husband, I want the one she's holding! Can you buy it for me?"

Hearing the familiar language, Enna turned her head.

Not far from her stood a man and a woman.

The man was probably in his early forties, fat and slightly bald, with an intriguing ugliness. The woman clinging to him seemed to be around 20 years old, with a melon-seed face, big eyes, ink-black waist-length hair, and an extraordinarily pure and charming appearance.

The two of them standing together formed a stark contrast.