Emily suddenly jolted up from Mia's shoulder. "Darling, you're not joking, are you? One hundred million... This is worth one hundred million, and you're planning to just throw it away?"
Mia said calmly, "I won't accept unearned gifts."
"He's not asking you to accept it as a gift. He thought you'd like it, so he's trying to please you..."
"Yeah, right!" She lightly poked her friend's forehead with her index finger. "It's all your fault. If I hadn't come to the auction with you today, I wouldn't have run into Quentin so coincidentally..."
Emily pouted. "You're saying that, but if you hadn't disguised yourself so well tonight, hiding your identity as 'Mrs. Franklin,' would I have lost to that French socialite?" She mumbled, "I just wanted to use your title to show off a bit. Who knew you'd be so stingy..."
Sometimes Emily was like a mischievous child, leaving her at a loss for words.
She answered helplessly, "You know I don't want to rely on the Franklin family's influence."
