He finally seemed to look at her. Olivia tensed, knowing this could be the moment where their careful plan failed and Qingzhi’s marines had to emerge to do their work. It was a delicate balance—to look as pathetic as she possibly could so as to not intimidate him, while not seeming so pathetic that she couldn’t have anything of interest. Olivia tugged slightly on the cloth over her cart, so that a tiny glint of gold emerged from within. His eyes caught it, and went wide.