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Chapter 140 Dorothy is too tempting

Chapter 140 Dorothy is too tempting

Angel stood somewhat awkwardly in the middle of the living room, glancing at Elor every now and then, hoping the other would help her.

She now deeply regrets it.

She ran away from home to this place that made her sad because she believed the promises made by that little girl.

But you can't blame her for this!

Dorothy's words were just too tempting.

Poor Angel was just a country girl, and she couldn't resist Dorothy, who was a master of empty promises.

She was surrounded and didn't dare to look up.

Especially noteworthy is that standing in front of her is Princess Raffi.

Angel originally thought that even if Dorothy said she could meet the princess, she would definitely need to prepare an appointment letter or something similar beforehand.

Who knew that after she was pulled over, she would immediately meet the princess.

Seeing such an important person at such close range frightened Angel so much that she didn't dare to make any other moves.

Angel's hands were clasped together, her head was down and her shoulders were hunched, like a little quail.

Dorothy walked over to Angel and gently patted her back.

"Look, it's Her Highness the Princess! I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

"Hmm—" Angel murmured softly, then secretly glanced up at Raffi before quickly looking down again.

Several people witnessed her actions.

Elor stepped forward and waved, shooing away the mischievous Dorothy.

"Okay, stop teasing Angel. She's shy."

Dorothy stuck her tongue out at Elor, clearly wanting to see Angel look embarrassed.

Elor gently comforted Angel, holding her hand, "That's just how Dorothy is, don't worry about her. Besides, she probably already told you what she wants you to do, right?"

Angel nodded and whispered, "Yes, she mentioned it when we came."

Dorothy shrugged helplessly and said, "Please, if I didn't tell Angel that I wanted her to design clothes, wouldn't that be kidnapping?"

As a result, Angel glanced at Dorothy and whispered, "It's actually kidnapping."

After saying that, she hid behind Elor.

Dorothy was immediately displeased upon hearing this: "Where is the kidnapping? You came here willingly, didn't you?"

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Elor raised her hand to interrupt Dorothy, and looked at Angel softly, saying, "We're planning to start our own trading company, and what we want to sell are the clothes you make."

Angel nodded; Dorothy had already told her these things before she arrived.

The people in front of her were all of noble birth. Whether the chamber of commerce could be established was not something Angel needed to worry about. Angel's only concern was her own abilities.

She weakly raised her right hand, her face contorted in pain.

"Well, actually I have no design talent at all. My designs are not popular at all. You see, I've even closed my own shop now."

Angel is very insecure.

Elor wanted to try to persuade her again, but at that moment Dorothy walked directly in front of Angel, put her hands on Angel's face, and pulled her down, forcing Angel to bend over and look at her.

"So you don't need to think about any of that. Just do what I tell you to do, understand?"

Angel nodded subconsciously, but because her face was being supported by Dorothy, the movement wasn't very large. Dorothy showed a satisfied expression and turned to look at Elor.

"Alright, all done. See? No need for a long explanation, it's so simple."

Elor sighed and covered her forehead. "This isn't a discussion, it's still forcing Angel!"

Dorothy turned her head to one side, feigning innocence.

"No, I didn't force her. She agreed to it herself. You can ask Angel if you don't believe me. She did it voluntarily."

Dorothy tiptoed closer to Angel, her bright eyes sparkling as she looked at her expectantly and asked, "Miss Angel, you're happy to take this job, aren't you?"

Angel instinctively held her breath, but the faint milky scent kept wafting into her nose.

At that moment, she felt her head was a little dizzy.

Dorothy looked at Elor with some confusion and urged, "Miss Angel, please answer quickly."

Angel's cheeks flushed red, her heart pounding. Urged on by Dorothy, she nodded vigorously and shouted, "Yes, yes, I did it voluntarily!"

Angel kept her eyes tightly shut, and at that moment she looked more like she was being forced.

Elor sighed helplessly.

Lafite chuckled softly.

Anna muttered disdainfully, "Despicable."

Dorothy was taking advantage of Anna's weakness.

Hearing Anna's low curses, Dorothy stuck her tongue out at the elf.

At this moment, Leona clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"Alright, now that Angel has chosen to join us, it's time to start preparing."

"When Dorothy went to pick up Angel, I already asked my friends at the Merchants' Guild. If we want to register our own merchant guild, we need to provide specific goods and earn one hundred gold coins."

Since you're going to be a merchant, you can't escape the Merchants' Guild.

The source of goods, taxation, resale to other places, etc., would be much easier with the help of the merchants' guild.

If it's just small-scale buying and selling, whether or not there's a merchants' association is really irrelevant.

But Dorothy wanted a huge trading company that encompassed all aspects of life, including food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Of course, that would require a lot of people, but they are short-handed right now, so they're not considering that for the time being.

Next, we will begin to implement Dorothy's plan.

While the winter festival is still in full swing, have Raffi wear clothes made by Angel to various gatherings of noble ladies for promotional purposes.

Because it's clothing worn by a princess, it's bound to cause discussion.

Those nobles might just be discussing it amongst themselves.

However, the trends and hobbies among the lesser nobles were simply to follow the aesthetics of the greater nobles.

Those classes below the nobility, such as merchants and knights, would certainly be interested.

Dorothy's main targets are them.

Moreover, Dorothy was confident that with just a little marketing, those people would obediently hand over their money.

"Come on," Dorothy said, pushing Angel in front of Raffi.

"Let's start taking Her Highness's measurements now. Remember not to do anything impolite."

"No, I won't do it!" Angel shook her head repeatedly. How could she dare to be disrespectful to Her Highness the Princess?

With a smile, Raffi looked at Angel, who was standing in front of him, cowering, and said softly, "Miss Angel, I'm entrusting you with this."

"No, no!" Angel felt her calves trembling.

Lafite smiled slightly: "Then let's go inside."

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With that, Raffi turned and walked toward Elor's room, and Angel quickly followed.

Dorothy watched the two leave and rubbed her little hands together: "Alright, let's get ready now."

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