The old witch hobbled close beside Jepsi, her shawl fluttering slightly as she leaned in and whispered with panic on her face.
"Ma'am... it didn't work," she muttered nervously. "People didn't believe me... and now they're going back to her stall again. What should we do?"
Jepsi's face, once painted with fake politeness and confidence, now twisted into something dark and ugly. The curve of her lips vanished, and a slight twitch formed at the corner of her eye.
She didn't reply for a few seconds.
Her painted nails clenched into fists.
That little witch... that Ruby... with her secondhand setup and limited robes, had embarrassed her in front of the public. In front of her own customers.
"No need to panic yet," Jepsi finally said in a cold voice. "She's just a small stall owner. She might have designs, but I doubt she has any official copyright or merchant patent."
The old witch blinked. "So what does that mean?"
Jepsi smirked. "It means we're going to use the legal path next."
