Sierra Summers felt that the words she said today were indeed quite venomous. She grabbed her own wrist, paused for a moment, and though very venomous, she didn't stop, "Value isn't defined by me, but by your family and yourselves."
"In other words, the rush to meet me is just to ensure maximum value, right?"
Evelyn Vaughn stared blankly at Sierra Summers. At this moment, she actually felt no anger or sense of humiliation; rather, she gazed at Sierra with an expression of confusion.
How could this woman speak so bluntly?
Yes.
Exactly.
Evelyn suddenly smiled in a very peculiar way.
Everything Sierra said was not wrong.
If she had the courage to break away from such a marriage alliance of noble families, perhaps there would be no need to stand here.
Of course, she could also choose a man she somewhat liked, marry him, someone whose family background matched hers and had decent looks, maybe it wouldn't be bad.
But this naive idea was buried when Evelyn was sixteen.
