Rosy Roberts trembled with anger, and the reporters were also left dumbfounded by Arabella Vanderbilt's words.
Indeed, that's what they were just thinking.
President Vanderbilt is certainly a smart person; she knows how to minimize losses once something happens. In the past, she wouldn't even let the loss occur.
As she said, if she was going to give it, she would have already done so. Why wait until now?
"What... is your heart made of, to be so cold and hard?"
Arabella smirked, "Yes, cold and hard. If it weren't, I would have been stabbed to death by you, again and again, long ago, and wouldn't have survived until now."
"So, I'd rather let twenty billion, even ten or a hundred times more, go down the drain, than give you a single cent..."
Rosy swayed, the expression on her face almost twisted and distorted.
"You hate me so much? Hate me enough to humiliate me like this? Arabella, I am after all..."
"You are my grandma, my elder. How could I treat you like this?"
