They Will Never Find the Secret Room

Edward Lawrence whispered to her, "The Sun Family has some shady business dealings, and they use this shop to move their goods in and out. I've had my eye on it for ages, but I never thought you'd be the one to snatch it!"

Grace Lawrence grinned from ear to ear. "So, Dad, what kind of awesome reward do I get for being so brilliant?"

"The shop is yours!" Edward Lawrence declared generously.

Grace Lawrence beamed, her smile practically lighting up the room. "Thanks a million, Dad! You're the best!"

"I'm heading out," Edward Lawrence said. "You take care of things here."

"Okay! Take care, Dad!"

Grace Lawrence watched her dad hop on his horse, hauling people and a pile of stuff away, when it suddenly hit her—hold up, wasn't this shop hers already?

And the people and things he took away were hers too?

Seriously, why was she even thanking him for taking her own stuff?

... (Grace Lawrence's brain short-circuits for a moment) ...

Back in the shop, Grace Lawrence took out a contract and handed it to Mr. Wayne.

Mr. Wayne glanced at it and immediately handed the contract back as if it were a hot potato, waving his hands frantically. "No way! Absolutely not!"

"Mr. Wayne," Grace Lawrence said, "I only won the lawsuit today because of you. You totally earned this!"

The contract gave Mr. Wayne full ownership of the now-combined Lucky Star shop.

"No! Absolutely not!" Mr. Wayne said firmly. "I'm heading home now, Miss Lawrence. You take care."

With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait, how about this!" Grace Lawrence grabbed his arm, grinning mischievously. "Let's go fifty-fifty! Partners in crime!"

"Thank you for your generosity, Miss Lawrence, but just let me help you run the shop and work as a blacksmith. I really can't accept anything else," Mr. Wayne insisted, shaking his head so hard it almost fell off.

"Mr. Wayne, I'm genuinely hoping to work with you and make this shop a huge success. Without your skills, it's impossible!" Grace Lawrence said. "How about sixty-forty? I get sixty, you get forty. Deal?"

Mr. Wayne thought for a moment and said, "How about I take ten percent? Any more than that, I'd feel guilty."

Grace Lawrence threw her hands up dramatically. "Alright, alright! Looks like I'll be relying on your magic touch from now on!"

In the end, Mr. Wayne signed the contract.

That ten percent stake was enough to make him one of the wealthiest blacksmiths in the entire Blue Moon Kingdom—but that's a story for another time.

... (Cue dramatic pause as the plot thickens) ...

The Supreme Spirit Iron and Fire Pearl had fused together, turning into a pile of pitch-black waste.

Grace added a special medicine, and the waste turned back into usable material.

Mr. Wayne personally got to work that very day, helping her forge a sword.

... (Grace Lawrence, still basking in her victory, plots her next move) ...

Sun Family.

"Dad, I saw it with my own eyes—Minister Zhuo took all the people, the account books, and some goods from the shop." Sophie Sun reported to her father.

"Damn it!" Sun Changsheng smashed his teacup to pieces. "That idiot Samuel Saunders! What a mess he's made!"

"It is what it is, there's nothing we can do now," Sophie Sun said. "Who told you to put the shop deed in that fool's name?"

Lucky Star really did belong to Sun Changsheng.

But the deed for the shop wasn't in his name.

Just like Minister Zhuo said, he used the shop to move goods in and out for some shady business with foreign contacts.

If his name were on the deed, they'd be implicated the moment something went wrong.

So, he found a more trustworthy distant relative—Samuel Saunders.

Who would've thought that after all these years, they'd end up losing everything to Grace Lawrence?

"Dad, don't worry. Luckily, the stuff he took isn't a problem, and the people were just regular staff and blacksmiths. There's no way they'll find the secret room," Sophie Sun said. "As long as they don't discover the secret room, we're safe."