“Speed is incredibly slow.”
Carrie was six years younger than Camryn and would turn twenty this year. She was the first child Mrs. Newman had after marrying her brother-in-law and was cherished by the couple. The Newman family was wealthy, with assets valued at a billion dollars, yet their true wealth remained unknown to others. Spoiled by her parents, Carrie developed a capricious and unruly demeanor.
The person she despised the most was Camryn. Carrie believed Camryn had usurped her rightful title as the family’s eldest daughter.
Despite sharing the same mother, the sisters were more like rivals than siblings.
After waiting for her sister to finish her sarcastic remarks, Camryn handed Carrie the bouquet and said flatly, “I’ve gotten you the flowers you wanted. Please pay me two hundred dollars.”
“You want two hundred dollars for a bunch of silly flowers?” Carrie retorted.
Camryn faced her sister, her large sunglasses obscuring part of her face, and maintained a neutral expression as she replied, “The bouquet was customized to your specifications. It will cost two hundred dollars, regardless of where you buy it.”
“Fine, two hundred it is,” Carrie conceded.
She took the bouquet and handed a glass of wine to Camryn, who refused to accept it.
“Help me drink this glass of wine,” Carrie insisted, thrusting the glass into Camryn’s hand.
Camryn held the glass and, after a moment of silence, replied, “I don’t drink wine.”
“Do you want your money or not? Do you want to keep your flower shop open? If you refuse to drink the wine, you won’t get the money from me, and I’ll make sure to ruin your shop as well,” Carrie threatened.
Camryn tightened her grip on the stem of the wine glass, fighting the urge to pour the wine over Carrie. Her sister was spoiled…
Raised by her mother and stepfather, she couldn’t afford to offend them! Carrie pulled out a stack of bills totaling a thousand dollars and waved it in front of Camryn, saying, “Do you smell that? It’s money. I’ve set aside a thousand bucks for you. If you drink the wine, the money is yours. Two hundred will cover the flowers, and eight hundred is for the delivery fees.” The onlookers observed the sisters’ confrontation, but no one came to Camryn’s defense. They appeared accustomed to this kind of scene.
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