The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 46: I Know I Was Wrong

The beastmen immediately responded, "Don’t worry! We’ll watch it at home ourselves and absolutely won’t spread it! We must give face to the Commander, who dares to mess around?"

In the pawnshop, the receptionist was wiping sweat from his forehead vigorously.

That face, who in the entire Interstellar doesn’t recognize it?

The frequency of the military’s wanted order isn’t even as high as his personal appearances.

When the gunshot at the door rang, the boss received the news and immediately had the person in charge personally come out to receive them.

When the surveillance footage switched to the entrance, his hands trembled.

The gunshot just now almost scared his soul away. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

If the Commander really gets into an incident at their shop’s doorstep, the business might as well close.

The entire Interstellar knows, on Caleb Shaw’s list of protectees,

even the slightest mistake, the accountability range could cover three planets.

"Miss Kane, my sincerest apologies for not being able to welcome you personally. We just... had an unexpected situation just now."

Selene Kane glanced around, surprised at the scale of the place she had casually chosen.

The hall alone was so spacious that it seemed endless.

Several levels of display cabinets hovered under the ceiling, exhibiting rare items from various star systems.

She pointed to two bags by her feet: "There are some decorations and paintings in here. See how much they’re worth. If there’s a need for appraisal, we can directly go through the authentication process."

"The other bag is full of clothes, brand new, not sure if you accept them."

"It’s okay if the price is low, I’m in urgent need of money, and I want cash."

The person in charge was stunned, casting a complex glance at Caleb Shaw who was silently standing beside him.

The Commander’s partner...

actually had to rely on pawning clothes for money?

This was too heartbreaking.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, regret churning in his mind: Today he shouldn’t have come to work, who can handle this kind of scene?

If word got out, it might become a laughingstock across the entire star system.

"It’s possible... we’ll evaluate first."

"Clothing recycle usually accounts for a 10% estimate, is that acceptable to you?"

Selene Kane thought about it, 10% didn’t sound too little.

Those were custom pieces from top designers, each one costing tens of thousands of Star Coins.

She usually didn’t pay attention to these numbers, whatever she wore was arranged by Caleb Shaw.

But she knew those clothes were made of exquisite materials, with complex crafts, and had production cycles lasting several months.

Even at 10%, it should add up to a substantial amount.

"Sure, no problem."

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, forcing a professional smile: "Please follow me."

Selene Kane waved her hand, signaling Caleb Shaw to carry the packages, the person in charge was so frightened that he almost knelt down, stopping him quickly.

"No need, no need, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!"

He quickly stepped forward, taking the packages with both hands.

A few staff members immediately gathered round, cautiously carrying the packages to the appraisal area.

No one dared to slack off, fearing even a minor error.

Caleb Shaw didn’t insist.

After all, given the other person’s age, working any longer might cause a faint on the spot.

He stood where he was, hands hanging by his sides, expression calm but his gaze always following Selene Kane.

The looks from those around them carrying curiosity and shock, yet he remained unfazed.

The staff finished tallying, reporting the total price.

Two million six hundred thousand Star Coins.

Every piece of clothing was scanned and registered, with the system automatically calculating depreciation and recycling price.

Data was aggregated and directly displayed on the terminal screen, confirmed correct.

Selene Kane was dumbfounded.

Turns out she was so wealthy?

She looked at her hands, recollecting previous living expenses, barely spending any money.

Those clothes she barely wore a few times, some tags even left untouched.

Almost threw them all away as junk.

Fortunately, she remained rational and understood how to live frugally.

"Miss Kane, the cash amount is quite large, it might take some time to prepare."

"We’ll need to follow procedures for allocation, about an hour or so, is that okay with you?"

The person in charge was having inner turmoil.

He never thought the bag of old paintings and decorations was worth so much.

The current market trend was rising sharply.

Especially those old items previously overlooked, now skyrocketing in the collector world.

Some artworks, despite damaged visuals, were from renowned artists, doubling in value after restoration.

Those old decorations were limited edition crafts from back then.

With very few existing, even auction houses rarely see them.

The more he thought, the more he feared, almost dismissing it with the lowest estimate for the other party.

Most absurdly, those seemingly ordinary white dresses were limited edition handcrafts from a master, upon inspection.

Each one numbered, with fabric woven using special techniques, even the stitching finished by hand.

Not available on the market, long discontinued from the official website.

Let alone the original price, even appearing new on the second-hand market, they’d be quickly snapped up, prices tripling the market price directly.

Accepting them at the original price would certainly offend that master.

The other party’s vast connections held significant sway in the field.

If news spread, his reputation would collapse completely.

He could only grit his teeth and add money, trying to compensate for this mistake.

Selene Kane nodded, indicating her understanding.

She comprehended the situation, also aware of the person’s predicament at the moment.

But she didn’t plan to say more, what’s happened has happened, arguing further would be pointless.

The manager then handed her a card.

"Miss Kane, there’s two million six hundred thousand in the card, please keep it."

The voice slightly trembling, clearly distressed over the extra expense, yet unable not to give it.

She took the card, her hands shaking.

Fingertips touching the card’s edge brought a tingling sensation, heart accelerated.

This wasn’t a small amount, enough to change her life.

She looked down at the card in her hand, countless thoughts flashing through her mind.

This money came suddenly, yet it was real.

Now, she could be considered rich.

She could spend the Beast Husband’s money, but every expense, he would receive a notice.

She was particularly uncomfortable, felt like being monitored.

The inability to autonomously manage her finances, made her feel oppressed.

She no longer wished to rely on anyone, nor be considered an accessory.

She hoped to use her own money, to live her own life.

As they were about to leave, chaos suddenly erupted in the hall.

The crowd stirred, people stepped back, peering ahead.

The once quiet pawnshop became noisy immediately.

Everyone looked toward the entrance.

"Female Master, don’t sell me! I’ll definitely be obedient in the future!"

A young voice cried out, tinged with sobbing.

Then came a second plea, "No, please!"

A domineering female strode into the pawnshop.

Her face bore a heavy hostility, eyes fierce, lips curling slightly with disdain.

A bandage wrapped around her neck, with blood faintly seeping through.

She wore a black long dress, metal chains adorning her wrists.

Four or five Beastmen followed behind her.

Among them, two were dragging a young bloodied beastman.

The beastman was young, with bruises on his face, clothes torn.

One hand hung limply, clearly broken.

He staggered in his walk, almost carried forward.

When she entered, she held a cold face, her anger rising upon hearing the pleas.

She stopped, turned, and kicked the beastman hard in the chest.

Yet he struggled to crawl up, scrabbling forward.

Blood and tears mixed on his face, his voice hoarse.

"Female Master, give me another chance, I won’t dare again. I really know my mistake."

The female looked down at him, eyes chilling.