"When will my grandpa treat me like this?" Henry stared at the order sheet, feeling genuinely envious.
Amelia quickly skimmed through the document, her voice indifferent. "Your pricing is too high."
"But, Boss, didn’t you say our custom designs should be positioned as high-end? If we don’t charge the rich a premium, won’t they think we’re underestimating their wealth?" Henry was confused. This was completely different from the market strategy Amelia had analyzed before.
Amelia casually tied up her long hair. "Do you think the Cromwell family is just any ordinary customer?"
"Then… how about an 8.8% discount?" Henry probed.
Amelia washed her face lazily, her features sharp and refined, skin as fair as snow. "90% off. Buy jewelry, get custom clothing for free."
"Huh?" Henry was in disbe
