Yala’s POV
"Are you going to pay for that?" Freya asked mockingly.
I smiled and nodded.
"Excuse me, Miss Allen," I no longer use her first name, opting for her last name so she understands I'm serious. "I'm here to have dinner like every other person, and I will pay for my lovely meal. Not to mention, you're living in the past. It's clear you're not up-to-date on business. If you were, you'd know my family still owns many jewels, properties, and valuable paintings. So, you're jumping to conclusions based on hearsay, and not a fact that you know.
It's obvious you will never be a business executive of your father's caliber. It is said Mr. Allen never jumps into conclusion but does thorough investigation before commenting about people. Something you and your mother are incapable of." Her
