Chapter 93: Ch93: The Lucky Find

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<{ INSPECT }>

Name: Holivia Baker

Age: 31

Attraction: 1%

Loyalty: 0%

Lust: 1%

Description: A woman who loves shopping — the kind who can spend hours drifting through high-end stores, carefully selecting makeup that makes her skin glow and jewels that catch the light just right.

Everything she buys is chosen with one clear purpose: to look as attractive as possible.

But beneath the polished appearance and expensive tastes, she is secretly searching for someone who can satisfy the deep sexual needs her husband has never been able to meet.

<[ SEX_LIFE: UNSATISFIED ]>

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Nyle’s eyes cut sideways and locked onto Holivia while she talked with amelia. A thin gold necklace rested against her collarbone, a solid platinum ring sat on her left ring finger — clear proof that she was married. Burgundy silk shirt tucked tight into tailored black pants that hugged her ass and hips.

Everything about her screamed expensive, like she came straight out of some rich wealthy family that wiped their sweat with hundred-xollar bills.

"...so good to see you," Holivia murmured, pulling her bestie into a warm hug.

Meanwhile, Amelia’s eyes sliced hard toward Nyle, eyebrows twitching in a sharp, dirty little signal — clearly trying to tell him play it cool, wait for her lead that she’d help her master get his hooks into her bestie.

But the only thing Nyle registered was raw opportunity standing right there in designer heels.

So he made the bold fucking move.

"Hi, aunt Amelia," he said, voice calm.

Both women snapped their gazes onto him at once.

Amelia’s mouth curved into a warm, knowing smile — she caught the act instantly and rolled with it, eyes glinting.

Holivia stared at the man in front of her, lips parting as a familiar face clawed up through years of dusty memory.

"your name is Nyle, right?" Holivia asked, her tone careful, almost testing.

He paused for a moment, then replied, "...yes."

"wait — you know him, Holivia?" she asked, narrowing one eyebrow in surprise.

"Obviously, I know him. He was just a scrawny little kid last time I saw him... Boy, you’ve grown up so much." Holivia’s gaze lingered a second too long, open curiosity mixed with something sharper. "How’s your grandma? Is she okay?"

"Oh, my Grandma? she died years ago," he replied, keeping his voice even and almost light, like the wound had scarred over clean and didn’t still bleed.

"Oh... I’m sorry to hear that," Holivia said, expression softening, one hand still resting lightly on Amelia’s arm like she needed the contact. "I didn’t know."

...

Few moments later...

"So, why are you here?" Holivia asked, turning toward Nyle, her eyes lingered on him a second longer than necessary.

"Nothing special. I’m just here for the fifty xollar deals," Nyle replied, shifting his gaze toward the long rectangular bins overflowing with discounted clothes.

"Oh, deals. I totally forgot about it," her voice brightened with sudden urgency. "Come on, Amelia, we can’t be late, or all the good expensive items might go to someone else."

With that, the three of them stepped into the chaos of the Clothing Deal. The air was thick with the mixed scents of fabric softener, dusty cardboard, and too many bodies packed into one space.

Shoppers moved like currents in a river — some diving in with both hands, others hovering warily at the edges.

One after another, they crowded around the single rectangular box overflowing with clothes.

Holivia leaned in from one side, fingers combing through the tangled pile of soft cotton tops.

Nyle reached in from the opposite edge, skimming past hangers and loose fabric.

Amelia stayed close to Holivia, methodically sorting through the undergarments mixed into the same heap.

A few minutes in, Holivia’s eyes lit up as she pulled free a clean, branded T-shirt still with its original tag.

The fabric looked thick and well-made for the price.

Nyle watched her draw out the branded shirt, already hoping to get at least one lucky piece that he could sell for money.

...

Twenty minutes later the search had become relentless. The initial excitement around the single box had soured into quiet frustration.

A woman nearby muttered under her breath as she discarded another cheap blouse back into the pile.

A man clutched a single sweater to his chest and hurried toward the registers, eyes darting around as if someone might rip it from his hands.

The air grew warmer from so many bodies pressing close around the same overflowing box.

Nyle’s hands remained empty after half an hour of searching. Every shirt he lifted felt thin, the seams already fraying, the fabric rough against his fingers.

’Tch. Seriously... all of this is cheap-quality junk,’ he muttered under his breath. ’Marvis, why isn’t my luck working?’

’Host, the luck you received is specifically for how lucky you get when it comes to attracting a MILF, not your personal shopping luck. Currently it’s leveled up to twenty percent,’ •_•

’Then what’s the point of having Charm?’ he continued, jaw tight.

’Appearances also matter when it comes to attracting MILFs. It makes them want to know more about you,’ •_•

’Damn you, Marvis.’

...

"Nyle, it’s okay if you didn’t get anything, come, let’s go. She’s already doing her billing at the counter," Amelia said, her voice warm and comforting.

*Sigh~*

"Maybe you’re right," Nyle murmured.

His finger brushed across a rack of clothes before stopping on a pink T-shirt. A blue signature was scrawled across the fabric.

"Wait a minute." Nyle murmured then pulled the shirt free and lifted it toward the light, his eyes fixed on the signature. "It looks... familiar."

Amelia leaned closer and narrowed her eyes. "Is that Sophia Rose’s signature?"

"I don’t know. But I think it’s..."

Nyle suddenly stepped aside. He pulled out his phone, snapped a picture of the signature, and searched the internet.

His eyes moved across the results. Then widened. The signature matched. It really was Sophia Rose’s.

Decades ago, when the famous singer was at the peak of her career, she had released a limited batch of T-shirts bearing her signature.

Collectors had been searching for them ever since.

"No way..." Nyle murmured, staring at the shirt in his hands.

"Oh my God! Is that actually real?" Amelia froze beside him.

But something didn’t add up. If this T-shirt was decades old, how could it still look this clean? The fabric showed barely any signs of wear, and the signature looked almost untouched.

Someone could have faked it to sell it for a high price.

Just then, Holivia walked over and glanced at them. "What’s taking so long?"

Amelia immediately turned toward her and held up the shirt. "Look at what he found."

Holivia’s fingers trembled as she stared at it. ’No way... How did I miss this? How did I...?!’

When she was going through the clothes, she had found the same T-shirt. But it had been turned upside down, hiding the signature. Without noticing it, she had tossed it aside.

Now, realization struck her.

But there was still no confirmation that the signature was real.

"We should go to the pawn shop immediately," Amelia said.

Holivia quickly shook her head. "Wait, no need. Even if it’s fake, I’d still take it. How about two thousand Xollars, Nyle?" she asked with a nervous smile.

A hint of suspicion crept into Nyle’s eyes as he studied her expression. ’Why is she so desperate to get this? Does she know it’s the real thing?’

"No. I think we should check it first," he said.

Nyle took the T-shirt from Holivia’s hands. He felt a little resistance as she held onto it, as if she didn’t want to give it up.

They left the store, hailed a taxi, and headed for the nearest pawn shop.

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*Clink~*

"Yes, how can I help you, Madam?" the chubby employee behind the counter asked with a welcoming smile.

"I want to check if this signature is real," Nyle said as he laid the T-shirt on the counter.

"Holy...!" The man’s eyes widened as he stared at the signature. "I might need to call a signature expert for this. It looks incredibly real."

Nyle gave a small nod. "Okay."

Soon, a man wearing a light navy shirt and formal pants entered through the door. He pulled on a pair of rubber gloves before approaching the counter.

"Would you mind if I take a look?" the man asked in a professional tone.

Nyle gave a soft nod.

The expert pulled out a small magnifying scope and held it to one eye, carefully examining the signature. A few seconds passed. Then his expression changed.

"From what I’m seeing, this is one hundred percent authentic," the expert announced, his face filled with surprise.

"Yay!" Holivia exclaimed, unable to hide her excitement.

"So, how much would a signed T-shirt like this cost?" the employee behind the counter asked.

"Five years ago, a T-shirt of this same design sold for one hundred thousand Xollars," the expert explained. "But after that, no other piece has appeared in an auction house."

Hearing that number, Nyle’s mind went blank.

One hundred thousand Xollars!?

"So, how much do you want for it?" the employee asked, his tone turning more serious.

Nyle knew this question would come. He quickly calculated in his head before answering. "Eighty thousand Xollars."

The employee didn’t even flinch. "How about fifty-five thousand? I’ll take all the risk, and you’ll save yourself years of waiting for a buyer."

"How about seventy-five? And we have a deal," Nyle countered.

Meanwhile, Holivia’s fingers were practically itching to get the T-shirt back into her hands. After all, she was a die-hard fan of Sophia Rose.