I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 2.1

Chapter 2.1

‘… He’s handsome.’

He looked exactly as described in the original work. The slightly curly blond hair covering the back of his neck, and of course, the jewel-like blue eyes that seemed to contain a brilliant sea were enough to make all the women cry and make them heartbroken.

Unlike the handsome prince’s style, the raised eyes, the corners of his mouth, and the mole under his left eye gave the impression of a so-called ‘pretty man’, and even that looked like the author’s aim.

He was a beautiful man who had even his lower eyelashes expressed in detail. Compared to an extra like me, it was inevitable that he would get attention.

‘No. I shouldn’t be deceived by his face and forget my purpose. I came here to offer a contract even though I knew he was trash.’

If a random woman approached me and offered to marry me, I would treat her like a crazy woman, no matter how sensible or friendly she was.

But it didn’t matter. If it was to avoid an arranged marriage, I would become as crazy as necessary.

I strode over to Trish, who was sitting at the center of the gambling room table, and I was soon able to arrive in front of him without a single obstacle.

As he felt someone next to him, Trish, who was focused on the game, looked at me with a puzzled expression.

‘Ugh, he’s even more handsome when I face him directly.’

I shouldn’t lose my momentum after being attacked first by an expressionless face like this.

I spoke straightforwardly.

“Hello.”

“Hello. What business do you have with me, Miss?”

“I have a proposal for you. You need money, right? I know how to make big money legally, so would you like to talk to me for a minute?”

“…”

“What? Hahaha!”

The words I said carefully got mixed up in the audience’s laughter and ignored.

If I had known this would happen, I would have researched a line that would get more attention than this.

Though I felt the taste of embarrassment in my mouth in the gambling hall where I had become a laughingstock, that man only calmly drank his drink.

Trish slowly put down his glass, blinked his blue eyes that were clear like water, and sighed slowly.

He looked aloof as he drank alone, but on the other hand, he seemed to shine as if to indicate that he was a character in a novel. Maybe it was the power of his face.

“A legal way to make money?”

“That’s right. Don’t you need money?”

“I do. That’s why I’m earning it like this, right? Money.”

Next to the table lined up with drinks, a game of poker was in full swing. It was the most played game in gambling houses around here.

There was a reason Trish had been going to the gambling houses every day. Although it was also because he enjoyed playing games, it was to rob the pockets of casuals who came here hoping to achieve big dreams with little money.

Except for the allowance to maintain his dignity, the support he received from the count’s family was cut off when it came to his personal entertainment expenses, so he must have been looking for a way to make money.

Since he spent most of his entertainment money on gambling, he naturally thought that he should make money by gambling.

Thinking about it, telling him ‘how to make money legally’ at a gambling house where people came to make money was a funny suggestion.

In other words, I had become the laughingstock of this place.

“I’m not kidding, I’m serious. I don’t mean a way to make a penny or two through gambling, but a way to make a lot of money.”

“Miss, it seems like you’ve been drinking since daylight, so hurry and go back while I’m speaking nicely. You’ll be in big trouble if you just look at this man’s face and talk to him!”

“Don’t talk nonsense and focus on the game, Lytton.”

“Why? Come to think of it, she has a pretty face. Hey, Miss. If you’re bored, I’ll play with you. Okay?”

The middle-aged man, who was sitting next to Trish and drinking, shouted and reached out to me.

Like he said, it was true that I would be in big trouble if I just looked at his face and got involved with him.

But I was someone who was facing an even bigger crisis than that, so I had already lost my mind.

The man grabbed me by the wrist without my permission. As I frowned and tried to free myself, Trish first grabbed the man by the arm and roughly pulled him off my wrist. He then warned the man in a low voice, different from when he answered me.

“I’m sure you know what it means to move your hands outside the table in the middle of a game?”

“What’s the matter? I was just playing around.”