Grandma Rodbell's eyes widened, "Nowadays, businesses are so crafty, so greedy! Back in our day when we bought things, people would pick out the best for their customers, and they'd feel ashamed to sell anything of poor quality. But now... it's just outrageous!"
Arabella Vanderbilt didn't deny it but calmly replied:
"Those kinds of people won't achieve anything big. Chasing small, fleeting profits won't take them far. Eventually, they'll stumble somewhere."
"Look at that, no wonder she's a female president—talks like she's full of wisdom beyond her years."
Grandma Rodbell glanced at Leila and gestured at Arabella Vanderbilt.
Arabella twitched the corner of her mouth.
When did she ever act aged and wise?
"Lunch is coming up soon, here, have a slice of orange to whet your appetite."
Recalling how a moment ago several faces had twisted sourly from the taste, Arabella swallowed hard and resolutely declined Grandma Rodbell's kind gesture.
