I'm sorry, but Lenox, say the truth. Are those my eyes? Because I can see my face drawn on that boxer.
I know you aren't poor, because that belt alone is ten thousand dollars.
Then why did they pop out my eye sockets?"
She pointed at the hideous print.
Lenox's face darkened further, but Chloe seemed to lack any sense of danger.
She was critiquing the boxer.
"All of you look—my red eyes are no more," she started wailing while retrieving clothes from her system space.
She looked at the changed price tag—one million dollars—before retrieving them back to the space hurriedly.
"Too expensive. Regret."
"It's not that I don't want to give it to you because of the price," she sniffed.
"Not about the price, but the styling isn't to your liking."
She sniffed again before furrowing her eyebrows in alarm.
"What is wrong with you?" Alex asked curiously.
"Shh. Don't talk. I smell strangers," she told him while shushing her mouth with her index finger.
