My five ghostly husbands-Chapter 202 Booming Bussiness

As the festival continued to grow livelier, people began wandering near Ruby’s stall, their eyes scanning the unique setup.

Her raised platform, the luxurious red mat, and the carefully arranged robes on display made it impossible to ignore.

Soon enough, her first customer arrived, a ghost accompanied by a group of his friends.

He stepped onto the platform, his eyes moving over the robes until he finally pointed at a light purple piece.

"How much is this robe?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

Ruby, calm and confident, replied smoothly, "Nine coins."

His eyes immediately widened in shock.

"Are you kidding me?! That’s too expensive! I usually buy robes for five or seven coins!" he exclaimed, shaking his head.

Ruby didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled.

"It’s alright!" she said easily. "Actually, this robe is originally twenty coins."

His brows furrowed. "Twenty?!"

"Yes," she continued, stepping closer and motioning toward the robe. "Look at the material—it’s premium quality. It’s designed to be easy to wear, unlike traditional robes that take forever to put on. It’s breathable, lightweight, and still looks fancy."

She then gestured toward Karl, who sat nearby wearing a similar robe in a different colors.

Karl, sensing the moment, immediately straightened his posture and gave the customers an elegant, effortless smile.

His usual dramatic flair was gone instead, he looked composed, graceful, and effortlessly stylish.

The ghost’s eyes lingered on Karl for a moment, admiring how the robe draped over him, highlighting his well-fitted form.

Then, his gaze shifted to the other ghost sitting in the corner Julian, Adrian, and Milo.

They weren’t just sitting casually—they were part of the shop’s visual appeal.

Each of them was well-dressed, each robe chosen to complement their natural looks.

It was subtle, but it was effective the presence of well-dressed Ghosts made the robes seem even more desirable.

The ghost hesitated, then finally asked, "Can I try this?"

He sounded worried—after all, buying an expensive robe without knowing if it fit well was a huge risk.

Ruby, still smiling, nodded.

"Of course."

She stood up, handed him the robe, and pointed toward the wooden folding divider in the corner.

"You can try it there. It’s our fitting area."

The ghost disappeared behind the divider, and within two minutes, he came out—his face filled with surprise and delight.

"You changed so fast?!" one of his friends asked.

The ghost nodded excitedly. "This is easy to wear! And I don’t feel hot at all—it’s so light!"

His eyes practically sparkled as he spoke.

Without hesitation, he turned to Ruby and pointed at another robe—a beautiful white one.

"I’m buying this one too."

He could already tell that these robes were worth much more than the festival price.

The moment the fair ended, the prices would go up.

If he didn’t buy them now, he’d regret it later.

"Total eighteen coins," Ruby said smoothly as she wrote his purchase in her notebook.

He smiled, pleased, and quickly paid her.

Seeing his excitement, his friends also started browsing, picking out one or two pieces each.

As the customers left, Ruby turned to Karl, her expression genuinely impressed.

"You’re better at this than I expected."

Karl grinned proudly, puffing out his chest.

"Of course! Did you doubt me, Wife?" he teased.

Ruby chuckled, shaking her head.

Meanwhile, Adrian had been watching everything carefully.

For the first time, he saw the full transformation of Ruby—not as the reckless, drunk witch she used to be, but as a businesswitch who knew exactly what she was doing.

She had negotiated with confidence, explained her product well, and used her surroundings including her own husbands to market the robes effortlessly.

This wasn’t luck.

This was skill.

Adrian exhaled slowly, folding his arms.

’She’s really changed,’ he thought to himself. ’She’s no longer that foolish, drunken witch... she’s completely... completely different now.’

Julian, standing nearby, felt something warm bloom in his chest.

Pride.

Watching Ruby handle the shop with such determination and confidence made him feel something he hadn’t in years—a sense of security.

For so long, money, food, and survival had been a struggle.

But now, things were changing.

Their life was improving.

They were earning money, eating well, dressing well.

And it was all because of her.

Julian glanced at Ruby again, a small, affectionate smile forming on his lips.

Of course, he still wished she’d look at him more.

But for now, he was just happy to see her succeed.

Milo, meanwhile, was practically glowing with happiness.

He had seen Ruby at her worst—lost, drunk, hopeless.

And now?

She was becoming stronger every day.

Milo thought ’Wife is amazing! She’s going to be so successful!’

As the festival grew busier, more and more customers began flooding into Ruby’s shop.

Some came out of genuine curiosity, drawn to the elegant display of unique robes.

But half of them?

They were here for another reason entirely.

Word had spread..there was a beautiful ghost sitting in the shop.

And soon, witches started appearing in groups, their eyes shining with excitement.

They pretended to admire the robes on display, but their true focus was obvious.

Their gazes kept drifting toward Karl, who was seated with effortless elegance, completely unbothered by the attention.

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His gergeous, defined features made him impossible to ignore.

And unlike the usual dramatic Karl, today, he was calm, composed and elegant.

It only made him even more irresistible.

The witches giggled softly, whispering among themselves as they stole glances at him.

Some were bold enough to stand near him, pretending to inspect a robe, only to peek at him through the fabric.

And worse?

Most of them bought robes before leaving.

It was clear they weren’t just here to shop.

They wanted an excuse to stay longer.

Ruby, who had been watching the scene unfold, felt her patience thinning.

Her smile didn’t waver, but her red eyes darkened slightly.

She knew Karl was beautiful.

She knew people would admire him.

But he was her husband.

And these witches needed to understand that.

Her grip on the counter tightened slightly as another group of witches giggled after making their purchases, sneaking final glances at Karl before leaving.

Karl, completely unaware of Ruby’s growing irritation, leaned back in his chair, sighing. "Wife, business is booming!" he said cheerfully.

Ruby narrowed her eyes slightly.

She needed to do something about this.

—To be continued...🪄

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