In order to make this round fan, she stayed up all night for several days and her hands were pricked by needles with several small and medium-sized holes.
Viola was stunned at first, then she pursed her lips, looking aggrieved.
“Harold, look at her. She’s trying to fool me with this little thing. It’s only worth a few hundred bucks at a street stall.”
Just as she was about to take it, Harold got there first and knocked her to the ground.
He looked at Beatrice with a half-smile, with undisguised mockery and sarcasm in his eyes.
“How can you afford such a shabby gift? Viola gave you clothes worth 34,000 dollars. Even if you are rude, you don’t have to give me this rubbish, right? You have eaten up the Dolton Family’s education! How could you be this?!”
The delicate ornaments on the round fan were deformed by the fall.
Her feelings were destroyed in an instant and tears welled up in Beatrice’s eyes.
She didn’t want this dress.
There was only 20,000 dollars in her bank card. If she bought a gift for Viola, she would not have enough money to pay the down payment for the house. Even if she was determined to buy a gift for Viola, she would not have enough money.