Returning From The Magic World

Linda asked the reporters to stop the interview as she had business to attend to. The way she asked them to stop was also polite and gentle, which basically portrayed the traits of a virtuous woman.

The reporters were subdued by her nature so they left with a smile.

After that, Linda approached Amanda.

"Mrs. Amanda, I didn't expect that we would meet here," she said as she arrived in front of Amanda. She stretched out her hand to shake hands with her.

Amanda responded to her handshake with a faint smile, it was clear that she had no idea Linda's true personality at all. That wasn't unusual considering they weren't acquaintances, only having met a few times at certain events or seeing each other's news in the media.

"I didn't expect that either, but to be honest I did plan to contact you," Amanda answered.

"Oh, is there something you need from me?" Linda asked, still smiling, when Amanda shifted her gaze elsewhere for a few moments, she glanced at Arthur, even winking.

"To be honest, I'm always amazed when I see your latest film, especially when you elegantly portray the figure of a lawyer, defending those who are weak," said Amanda.

"Hehehe, it was just a movie, I was there just acting." Linda chuckled and she already guessed Amanda's aim.

"Even if it's true, the way you play it makes everyone believe that's who you are." Amanda was still giving compliments so Linda looked embarrassed, which to Arthur was just an act. She might really enjoy being complimented by an Amanda.

Of course, even if Amanda complimented her, it wasn't necessarily her true thoughts. In the end, she approached her with business goals, there was no way she would point out any flaws or give her criticism.

"Okay, I'll say my goal, I'm sure you've guessed it too," Amanda continued. "I hope you are willing to be my company's brand ambassador when our new products are released."

"Here's something interesting," Linda replied, an answer that to Amanda sounded like she was signaling approval.

"Do you agree Mrs. Linda?" she asked.

"Maybe, but it's something big, so I need to think about it first," Linda replied.

Amanda was pleased with the answer, she took out her business card and handed it to Linda. "Please contact me if you agree."

"I will definitely give you an answer soon." Linda took the business card with a faint smile.

After that, she looked at Arthur, who in Amanda's eyes was just something she did out of curiosity. After all, it was only natural for anyone to stare at the people around the person they were talking to.

Only, Linda suddenly asked, "Mrs. Amanda, is he your boyfriend?"

It was a question that surprised Amanda a bit because she knew people who saw her with Arthur usually thought Arthur was her little brother.

When anyone spoke of it, she would not hesitate to say that Arthur was her lover, just as happened in Goat Village when Alan thought Arthur was her younger brother.

However, when other people ask if Arthur is her boyfriend, she becomes a bit at a loss as to how to answer. This made her feel the sensation of being embarrassed when she had a boyfriend who was much younger than her. She couldn't help but glance at Arthur, as if wanting her to give his opinion on this.

Arthur of course didn't say anything, he just glanced at Linda with eyes that in a split second, flashed a sharp light, as if sending a message to her not to say things that shouldn't be said.

Linda's intention was also just a joke. After seeing Arthur's eyes, she laughed softly.

She didn't wait for Amanda to answer, instead, she said, "alright, I have to go now, the time is almost here!"

She glanced at the Watch in her hand, nodded at Amanda before walking away.

Amanda probably started to feel something was off, she looked back and forth at Arthur and Linda only to think that she was thinking too much because Arthur and Linda were really two people who were not connected to each other.

"Let's go," she told Arthur.

They continued their walk out of the hotel, heading towards the beach which was becoming more and more crowded with tourists and locals strolling around.

Rows of stands stand on the beach, complete with chairs and tables for eating and relaxing.

In the main cities of Europe, there are hardly any truly naturally formed night markets. Usually it's just because of events and such.

Both may be similar, but the essence is different so that the vibrations felt are also different.

The naturally formed night market was filled with vendors actually making a living, some worried about whether to earn enough money tonight so they could feed their children the next day. Some looked up at the sky, hoping no rain would fall.

Things like that don't exist in night markets that are formed by events. In the end, the average merchant was just a representative of the big shops.

Amanda seemed to really enjoy the atmosphere of the night market. Her eyes darted left and right, scrutinizing each stand carefully. Perhaps she also did the calculations as a businesswoman.

Arthur, who was quite hungry because his energy was drained during sex, was quickly attracted to a stand belonging to an Asian.

It was slightly bigger than the others, even had three workers helping out.

What was sold at the stand were soupy dishes, such as ramen and meatballs.

"You want to eat there?" Amanda asked.

"Yes!" Arthur nodded.

"Alright, I haven't eaten Asian food in a long time either."

In fact, all the tables at the stand were full so there were some sitting on the ground covered with mats. Some people do mat rental business.

It's also not something bad because there might be a distinct sensation of eating without a table.

However, Amanda doesn't seem to want to try it. Maybe worried about beach dust falling into her food. She took out around 300 Euros and then approached a pair of young girls in shorts.

Under their confused stares, she placed the money in front of them.

"Girls, can we sit here?" she asked.

Spontaneously, the two girls glanced at the 300 Euro note. They looked in disbelief. After all, the cost of living on the island is low, 300 Euros is a lot even for working adults, not to mention those who still ask their parents for pocket money.

One of them who was probably good at communicating couldn't help but smile happily. "Sister, you are really kind-hearted, of course you may sit here," she said before standing up. She nudged her friend's shoulder.

The latter stood up too, with an even thinner smile.

After taking the money, they took their bowls which still contained a lot. They then went to a certain corner around the stand.

"Dear, come sit down!" Amanda invited Arthur.

The latter said nothing, she sat down in one of the two chairs at the table.

The waiter came as soon as she sat down. He smiled, seemingly trying to be as friendly as possible to Amanda and Arthur because he knew the customer this time was a big fish, probably tipping him big as long as they were satisfied with his service.