"Who the hell are you to be speaking like this? Did you come here to apologize, or to take advantage of us?"
Lois Abbott said angrily, "All this talk about family, but have any of you done anything a family should do over the years?
Stop beating around the bush. Just say what you want. I'm very busy and don't have time to beat around with you."
"Well, it's like this, your uncle..."
Jasmine Lampe originally intended to say "your Uncle," but remembering that Lois Abbott didn't like it, she quickly changed her words:
"The Crowe Family's spice shop suddenly lost its business. Could you possibly continue to source from them for the Reverie Inn?"
"I can, but the quality must keep up. If it's substandard like before, then forget it."
Lois Abbott looked at Jasmine Lampe, whose hair had turned grey, and felt extremely irritated. On one hand, she didn't want any involvement with her, and on the other, she felt somewhat reluctant to be heartless.
