Lady Octavia skillfully took a check out of her bag and placed it on Aria Rowlett's table.
Aria gripped her coffee cup, her hands trembling, and clenched her teeth. With great effort, she suppressed the anger surging to her head.
She looked up, glaring at Lady Octavia.
Lady Octavia met her angry gaze, hooked her lips, and, maintaining her elegant and composed demeanor, spoke slowly, "Ms. Aria, why not take a look at this check first? I know that your family isn't well-off, and you don't have much yourself. You're still young, and there will be many more times when you will need money. Accepting this check will only bring you benefits, no harm. I think you should take it."
"You wouldn't want to end up losing both love and money, right?"
Aria looked at the condescending Lady Octavia sitting opposite her. After staring for a few seconds, she suddenly laughed.
She picked up the check on the table, glanced at it, and laughed again.
Lady Octavia frowned, "What are you laughing at?"
