"As for me wanting to mend fences with Oliver Timmerman? Hah..."
Arabella Vanderbilt scoffed coldly, "I'd spend time, thought, and money on something I've chosen, just to please a man I don't want? How is that any different from throwing money at feces? It's only now that you all treat him like he's a hot cake!"
"You..."
Faye Wright, her neck bulging with anger, said, "Who are you calling feces?"
Arabella Vanderbilt glanced at her, "Is your IQ really that low?"
The onlookers suddenly burst into laughter, as even a fool could understand what she meant.
Faye Wright's face flushed red as she pointed at Arabella Vanderbilt, "You... you actually said my cousin is feces... you..."
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying! I also said that you, who treat feces like it's delicacy, are like a certain kind of insect. Haven't you realized that yet?"
A... a certain kind of insect?
That's not...
