On the long dining table, three teenagers wearing school uniforms and two young men in business suits sat on the left and right sides, respectively. There was an empty seat at the head of the table and an empty seat on the side of the teenagers.
A sixteen-year-old girl in a sophomore uniform scoffed as she glanced at the empty seat beside her, "Look at this illegitimate daughter. How dare she be late than us?"
"Isn't it just great that she's running late? Grandfather will finally see how she lazes around, even with all the resources handed to her. Grandfather will think it's a waste," an eighteen-year-old girl remarked, rolling her eyes. "Xaoini, seriously, engage your brain sometimes, will you? Thanks to you, that annoying girl seems more clever in front of Grandfather."
"I'm not a dimwit! It's you who's trailing behind her in the school rankings. Why are you blaming me? Sunji, you're the real dimwit here!" Xaioni fired back.
