Grace Webb leaned back and scoffed, "What use is a man? They just interfere with my career."
She genuinely did not harbor such thoughts or intentions.
Her career in life was already enough to keep her busy; adding in a man would only distract her focus. She wasn't a feeble, delicate woman; rather, she was tough and somewhat difficult to get along with. Few could withstand her temper.
Of course, no one could control her, either.
Yvonne Finley curved her lips, "There's also something nice about having a stable person in your life."
Grace couldn't help but turn to glance at her, "It seems like you really like that person, huh?"
Merely 23 years old?
In her view, this age was too young, especially since men tended to mature late. How exhausting it must be to manage such a 'younger brother' on a daily basis? Wouldn't their mental perspectives easily clash? Yvonne was always rather mature, and she often found herself indulging her youth.
