Chapter 1438

"Mr. Coleman, I need your help again. Please save me this time," Georgia said, her voice trembling as she looked at Wyatt with wide, pleading eyes. Wyatt smirked, clearly amused. "I can save you, sure. But that furnace is mine now. You don't have a problem with that, do you?" "No problem at all! What's a furnace compared to my life?" Georgia said without hesitation, her expression lighting up with relief. Her crescent-shaped eyes crinkled as she grinned. "Besides, I don't even like that thing. It's old and ugly—totally not my style." Wyatt nearly choked. "Ugly?" He stared at her, speechless. Did Georgia seriously pick her weapons based on looks? To Wyatt, a weapon was measured by its power, not its appearance. Even if it looked like scrap metal, as long as it was devastating in battle, it was priceless. But here she was, dismissing a replica of an imperial weapon simply because it wasn't "pretty". Still, her easygoing attitude made it guilt-free for Wyatt to claim the Eigh