Ophelia Arch swallowed, gritting her teeth as she felt the side of her head for blood and felt the warm liquid.
Most importantly…
She took off her broken sunshade and tossed onto the floor, stepping over it.
Despite seeing the cut completely bleed down her daughter's chin, Dailie turned toward her without a hint of remorse on her face and began to berate, "I give you the blood millions of women wish they had, yet you can't take advantage of that dimwit's mess up?"
"Or don't you know your half-brother is currently in trouble with the shareholders and some of them are talking about giving him the boot?"
"If you had even the tiniest sense in that brain of yours, you would know this is the best time to make a move for the company."
