Half an hour later, Felix arrived at a nearby upscale mall.

Malls like this were abundant in Aleshire, but he had specifically chosen this one because he had learned in advance about a shop selling high-quality, locally made scarves.

Since he was picking out a gift, he wanted something with a regional flair. A luxury handbag, while expensive, lacked creativity—it could be bought anywhere as long as one had the money.

While waiting for the elevator, a sudden scream startled everyone.

"Ah! Where did this little beggar come from? My dress!"

Everyone turned to see a distressed woman glaring at her dress. Nearby stood a six-year-old girl. Her clothes were tattered and dirty, and her face was smudged with grime.

"Miss, don't you recognize me?"

The little girl reached out toward the woman again.

Furious, the woman recoiled, clearly unwilling to let her pristine white dress accumulate more smudges. She raised her hand and slapped the child. "Get lost! Where's security?"

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