The Day Love Betrayed Me and Never the Plan 142

Chapter 142 

Chloe, Chiara, and Linda headed straight for the same stall they’d checked out yesterday. 

The rest of the crew made their way to the Trade Market in the Guardian District. 

The Trade Market there was a step above the rest, mainly set up for trading more cores. 

Chloe and Frank’s groups were over in the Refugee District, where most folks scraped by as scavengers and usually had plenty of emeralds on hand. 

Emeralds were worthless junk after the apocalypse, and the only place one’d ever see anyone trading them was at the Trade Market in the Refugee District. 

One’d never spot any emeralds in those upscale districts where only powered humans lived. 

As soon as Chloe and the others arrived, the place was already packed with people, each one clutching their stomachs like they were hiding something valuable inside. 

Over on the right, Bertha was still selling coal. But this time she had four burly men standing guard beside her. 

When Bertha spotted Chloe and her two companions pushing the flatbed cart over, her narrow, sharp eyes swept over them from head to toe, like they were just merchandise waiting to be sold. 

The siblings who’d been selling those worn–out cotton coats yesterday were gone. Someone else selling coal had taken their spot. 

Chloe frowned. ‘Since when did coal get so popular? Seems like everyone’s got some to sell. 

Her eyes narrowed, picking up on something fishy, but she didn’t say a word. 

With true power, any plot fell apart. 

The 

guy 

who’d taken over for the siblings was Brian, a scrawny old man. His gaze briefly locked with Bertha and her crew before he quickly looked away. 

Linda tugged at Chloe’s sleeve. 

“Chloe, maybe we should go somewhere else?” Linda suggested as she kept sneaking glances at Brian. 

Chloe gave her hand a reassuring pat. “Don’t worry, Linda.” 

Her smile was so infectious that Linda and Chiara instantly felt at ease. 

The three of them hauled a cart loaded with food, looking absolutely stunning in their spotless, well–kept clothes. 

They instantly turned every head in the market. 

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Someone in the crowd let out a shout. “Look, it’s that person from yesterday! They’ve brought food again. Hurry up!” 

People started surging forward, jostling for a spot. 

Chiara pulled out a stainless steel basin, acting all official as she banged on it with a little stick, the clanging echoing through the crowd. 

“Form a line, folks! There’s loads of food; no need to rush!” she called out. 

Chiara’s eyes practically glowed with excitement. 

It was the first time since the apocalypse that she’d felt this relaxed being out in the open. 

Chloe collected the goods from each trade, Linda gave out the food, and Chiara kept a sharp lookout, watching for anyone trying to jump the line or cause a scene. 

The first in line was a tall, skinny woman, panting a little as she dug out two emerald earrings from her pocket. 

They were pretty shabby and tiny, hardly worth much. 

Linda grabbed a piece of grass cake from the flatbed and handed it over. 

The woman looked annoyed. “Just one piece of grass cake? Aren’t there a bunch of bread over there?” 

She jabbed her finger at the pile of bread hidden under the quilt, her eyes glued to it like she was ready to leap over and take a bite. 

Linda replied patiently, “The emerald in these earrings is only about the size of a thumb, and it’s not very pure. I’m giving you a grass cake just because you’re the first customer.” 

The woman huffed, hands on her hips. “I don’t care! I brought emeralds, so you owe me bread. If you don’t, nobody else gets to trade either!” 

Linda, always the gentle one, was at a loss for what to do. 

Chloe threw the pair of emerald earrings right back into the woman’s hands. 

“Next,” Chloe called coldly. 

The woman’s face flushed with anger. “What do 

you 

mean?” 

Chiara mimicked the woman, hands on her hips and chin up. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re done trading with you. 

“If you think your stuff is so valuable, go trade it somewhere else.” 

People in the line behind the woman started getting restless. 

“Are you trading or not? If you’re not, then move it! Stop holding up the line!” someone shouted. 

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The woman was furious. “These are platinum–set emerald earrings! I spent thousands on them back then! 

Chloe didn’t even bother with her and just called out to the guy behind, “Next!” 

The woman tried to protest, but the guy behind her shoved her aside. 

He snapped impatiently, “If you want to trade, then trade. If not, get lost. Take your earrings to any other stall, and folks would turn them down flat even for free. It’s more trouble than their worth, let alone swapping them for a grass cake.” 

He wasn’t wrong. The woman had just come from Frank’s place, and he didn’t even want the earrings, saying they were too cheap and tiny to bother with.. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll trade! Happy now?” she said. 

Afraid of ticking everyone off, she stuffed the earrings into the box next to Linda, snatched up a grass cake, and hurried off, looking totally humiliated. 

The guy who’d just spoken stepped forward and pulled out a whole bunch of emerald necklaces and emerald bracelets from his coat, about a dozen pieces in total. 

“Host, these emeralds are top–notch! You should grab them; they’ll really boost your spiritual space,” the System urged, sounding excited. 

Chloe gave a subtle nod. 

Linda checked the guy’s stuff over and said, “12 pieces in total. That’ll get you twelve muffins, twenty–four slices of bread, a bowl of beef stew, or…” 

Every time she mentioned a dish, the crowd couldn’t help but swallow hard. 

The guy almost stumbled in surprise. He never thought all that random stuff his daughter had picked up would turn out to be worth a fortune. 

He really wanted beef stew, but he held himself back. 

“I want twenty slices of bread plus two muffins,” he said, trying to play it cool. 

Linda packed everything up in a plastic bag and handed it over. 

Third in line was a guy with shifty eyes, grinning so wide his face was all wrinkles. 

He fished out a bunch of gold and silver jewelry from inside his coat. 

“I’ve got gold, diamonds, LV bags, Rolex watches…” he bragged, listing them off like he was showing off his 

treasure. 

Chloe glanced at the pile he dumped out, her expression sour. 

She cut him off, “I told you, only emeralds and cores. Didn’t you hear me?” 

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20 vouchers. 

The guy’s eyes went wide. “Come on, all this stuff is worth a ton! Why are you so obsessed with emeralds? Everything here is way more valuable than some random emeralds!” 

Chloe didn’t even bother with him. “Next!” she called out to the fourth person in line. 

The guy blew up, jabbing a finger at Chloe. 

“You bitch, do you even know who my backer is? You think I won’t mess you up?” he snapped, his voice dripping with menace. 

Typical. He thinks he can intimidate us because we’re women,’ Chloe thought. 

Without even blinking, she fired off an ice arrow that grazed the man’s neck, leaving a thin line of blood. 

“Holy shit, a powered human?” the guy yelped, clutching his neck in shock. 

He shot Chloe a death glare and bolted like his life depended on it. 

Bertha and her sons exchanged a look. 

They thought, ‘Looks like our plan for today just gets a whole lot trickier. 

‘She is a powered human, and they look stunning, spotless, and somehow able to bring in a mountain of food. 

Just who are these people?‘ 

But Chloe and her two companions were stunningly gorgeous and loaded with supplies. Bertha couldn’t bear to miss out on such a goldmine. 

She took the opportunity to reach out toward Chiara, her eyes narrowing into sly little crescents as she flashed a grin. 

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