Noa spoke with a smile, his voice calm and measured.
"I am not trying to sell you something," he added. "Not this time."
The woman knew she couldn't hesitate.
She was cautious and intrigued at the same time, her fingers twitching in excitement.
"What is it?" she asked politely, ignoring the startled guards behind her.
Noa stepped forward.
They had already stood near, but after closing the distance, he made Mo Yuhua tilt her head in fear.
"I am offering you a partnership. Not the kind you are used to, because I have no need for things you own," he spoke, keeping his eye close. "All I want is you."
The woman blinked.
She was unsure whether she was hearing things.
However, noticing how the guards stiffened in anger, she knew it wasn't a dream.
So she stopped them again and glanced back at Noa.
He, however, wasn't done.
"People whisper my name. That's not enough. But you can be my mouth and talk about me."
Karma didn't allow Noa to demand advertising for the shop.
