Arabella Vanderbilt was momentarily taken aback by Rosy Roberts' sudden and forceful demeanor; her words struck her as utterly laughable.
Facing Rosy Roberts' hysterical outburst, Arabella's cold smile gradually faded away.
Her face turned chilly, as if covered by a layer of frost, making the already cold early winter even more biting.
"I'll say it one more time: I won't give you a single cent. Get out!"
The word "Get" hit Rosy Roberts' heart like a bomb, precisely and heavily.
Rosy was momentarily stunned; once she processed it, her face twisted in rage.
"Fine, you don't appreciate kindness, so don't blame me for being rude! Arabella Vanderbilt, just wait for the court summons! If you won't give me money, then neither of us will be at peace!"
Court summons?
Arabella paused, seemingly trying to digest this somewhat foreign concept.
The journalists were equally puzzled.
What is this Old Madam planning again?
