Stephanie's face instantly darkened. "Elizabeth, who exactly do you think you're insulting here?"
The Prescotts were Capitol City's top family—endless women dreamed of marrying into them. Her beloved Alexander wasn't just from the Prescott family; he was also their chosen heir. And now this clueless little brat dared talk about making him marry into her family? What a joke.
Elizabeth put down her knife and fork, her smile light and vague. "Didn't you hand me fifty million just now? Wasn't that basically a slap to my face?"
"How is that an insult? You need money, and I'm offering. What's wrong with that?"
"I need money? Lady, there's half a billion sitting on the card in front of you."
Stephanie gave a mocking laugh. "Sure, if that's what helps you sleep at night. But let's
