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Chapter 79 - The Fruit Seller
Author: M. K. Diana
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A few minutes later, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the village.

"There, that's the place where Miss Morgan once took me." Yangdon pointed to a fairly large fruit shop not far from where they stood. "She asked me to help her carry some baskets of fruit."

When they reached the store, a woman in her late thirties immediately recognized the teenager. "Ah, Yangdon! I've been waiting for you! Come in, I have plenty of fresh fruit for you! Miss Morgan will be delighted!"

"Sorry, Auntie, I'm not here to buy fruit today. I came with Mr. Marc Belmont," Yangdon politely gestured toward Marc, who stood beside him.

"Ah, such a handsome young man! I know exactly what kind of fruit you like! Tell me, you're here looking for that fruit, aren't you?" As she spoke, her expression became unmistakably playful, especially when she emphasized the word "fruit."

"Auntie, he's not that kind of man." While Marc gave a faint, amused smile without saying anything, Yangdon shook his head with a serio
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