Willow Grant swallowed and stood up with Susan Stone, saying to Susan Stone, "I saw her that day; she was wearing the Midnight Coffee House waitress uniform..."
Sumr Monroe understood.
No wonder Susan Stone, who was so close to her mother, was not giving her any face; it turned out this girl mistook her for a waitress.
Sumr shrugged and said, "It seems you two misunderstood; I’m not a waitress here."
Susan Stone frowned and asked, "If you’re not a waitress, why are you wearing a waitress uniform? Don’t try to fool with so nonsensical identity."
Sumr glanced at Willow, then turned back to Susan Stone and said, "Mrs. Stone, I wonder if you could give a mont alone with you? I have sothing to say. If you give this ti, I can reduce from a billion to... ten dollars. You give ten minutes, ten dollars, and I’ll leave your son."
Over there, Damian Knight, who was working overti, suddenly sneezed: "Achoo—"
Who is cursing him?
Here, Susan Stone was slightly tempted by Sumr’s words.
She could afford a billion, but giving it to a little vixen, she just felt it wasn’t worth it.
But only ten dollars... it made her uncomfortable, as if her son was only worth ten dollars.
But in the end, Susan Stone couldn’t resist Sumr’s words, and asked with a stern face, "What exactly do you want to say to ?"
She wanted to see what this little vixen could co up with.
Beside her, Willow Grant suddenly felt a bit flustered.
Not knowing why, looking at Sumr’s calm look, she really didn’t want Sumr to be alone with Susan Stone.
Willow, unable to maintain her usual composure, grabbed Susan Stone and said, "Mrs. Stone, don’t be deceived by her sweet talk. Just give her the money and send her out of Crestfall! People like her, with such low status, are best at deceiving with sweet words!"
Susan Stone also thought so, even if this little vixen wasn’t a waitress, she wasn’t so reputable lady, otherwise how could she be delivered as a gift to her son’s bed?
However, she didn’t think the other party could sway her with just a few words.
Who is she? How could a little vixen sway her with a few phrases?
Susan Stone glanced at Willow, gently patting her arm and said, "Don’t worry, Willow, you go wait outside for , she can’t say anything worthwhile."
Willow wanted to say sothing more but was afraid of arousing Susan Stone’s displeasure, so she swallowed her words.
Just a vixen, she surely couldn’t sway Susan Stone or compare with her.
She couldn’t lose her reason over a single glance from the other party.
Willow took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, picked up her bag, and walked out.
Once the door to the private room closed, the softness in Susan Stone’s eyes vanished.
She was Damian Knight’s mother and had co through many storms with his father; even though she now lived a retired life, the fierceness in her bones hadn’t vanished.
She looked coldly at Sumr and said, "Speak, you only have ten minutes."
Sumr wasn’t bothered by Susan Stone’s attitude.
She never was the kind of person Susan Stone thought she was, soone trying to cling to the Knight Family. Whether Susan Stone liked her or not was irrelevant; she just wanted the answers she sought.
Sumr calmly began, "Rest assured, it won’t take ten minutes. I only have three questions. Once you answer, I’ll leave."
Susan Stone was filled with doubt and asked, frowning, "What three questions?"
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