Arabella Vanderbilt withdrew her gaze, took her cup to her lips, and concealed the profound meaning in her eyes.
"Why... aspiring too high can be over-ambitious, haste makes waste, being headstrong, aren't all these reasons?"
Oliver Timmerman squinted, trying to discern the expression in Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes, but to no avail, as she was deliberately concealing it.
"What kind of nonsense is this? If everyone conducted business as timidly as you, then there would be no need for them to stay in the market! If you have ulterior motives, then stop spouting nonsense!"
Rosy Roberts scolded in a deep voice, not hiding the distaste she felt towards Arabella Vanderbilt.
Arabella Vanderbilt showed no excessive emotion, calmly lowering her gaze and sipping the water at her lips.
"...Arabella is right. Otherwise, let's wait until after the awards ceremony to make a plan."
After pondering for a moment, Oliver Timmerman finally reached this conclusion.
