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    Hannah entered the restaurant trailing behind the Wilson family, harboring resentment towards Mrs. Wilson.


    Lady Wilson took the prime seat at the dining table and nced disapprovingly at the food Hannah had prepared. With a frown, she remarked, “Why is everything home-cooked? I can’t have any substantial dishes? I’m getting old, after all. Don’t you think you need to nourish yourself?”


    Feeling a bit hurt, Hannah replied, “Mom, you can’t put this me on me. The money in this family belongs to you. I only have a few hundred dors to my name. How am I supposed to buy a lot of expensive fish and meat?”


    Lady Wilson scoffed, “I know you’lle up with excuses. You could easily buy a chicken for a few hundred dors, can’t you? A local chicken costs only a hundred dors—surely you can manage that?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Frustration bubbled in Hannah as she responded, “Mom, there are five people in this family eating, and you don’t provide me with living expenses. I’m not a miracle worker; I can’t cook without proper ingredients. There’s pork in this meal today, but who knows when I’ll get meat again?”


    Lady Wilson shot her a re. “Sure, the living expenses are fine, but you will need to keep the receipts. From now on, buy your groceries from a regr supermarket and bring me the receipts for reimbursement.”


    Hannah realized that Lady Wilson was truly apprehensive about parting with her money.


    The thought of potentially spending hundreds of dors daily on groceries and then settling the reimbursement with Lady Wilson made Hannah feel a bit queasy.


    However, she hid her difort and replied smoothly, “Alright, since it’s not too much trouble for you, let’s settle the ounts daily from now on.”


    With a sarcastic smile, Lady Wilson replied, “I don’t mind; I’m more than capable.”


    Hannah chose not to engage further and simply picked up her bowl, taking a few bites.


    Wendy, sitting beside her, scrolled through her phone while eating. She then turned to Mrs. Wilson and asked, “Grandma, can I request an image allowance from you?”


    Lady Wilson raised an eyebrow, “What image allowance?”


    Wendy, trying to be polite, exined, “Grandma, as themercial director of the Wilson Group, I handle external rtions. When I’m out representing ourpany, my appearance must align with our branding. This means I need to invest in my clothing, cosmetics, and skincare products.”


    Lady Wilson rolled her eyes and said, “Stop beating around the bush. Just tell me what you want.”


    Wendy took a breath and said, “I’d like to request $100,000 to purchase a new handbag, some clothes, and various cosmetics and skincare products.”


    “$100,000?!” Lady Wilson eximed, snorting in disbelief. “Do you honestly think our family’s money grows on trees?”


    Wendy replied, her voice tinged with frustration, “But Grandma, Mr. Webb gifted us tens of millions! Ourpany’s ounts are quite healthy. $100,000 is insignificant for us!”


    Lady Wilson, her anger rising, retorted, “That’s exactly the problem! If you keep thinking that $100,000 or even $200,000 is nothing, we risk losing the Wilson Group! We must seize this chance to rise from the ashes and avoid repeating past mistakes!”


    Wendy, feeling a bit disheartened, muttered, “After enduring such tough times, I don’t even have a decent set of cosmetics. How can I represent ourpany properly when I’m not presentable? Besides, I had to sell my good bags just to get by. I’ll beughed at if I go out looking like this.”


    With an impatient wave of her hand, Lady Wilson replied, “Enough! We’ll address the bag issue. Just buy a fake one. A counterfeit Hermes will do just fine—who wouldn’t want to carry that around?”


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