Celeste’s expression instantly contorted uglily upon Luna's words.
She glared at Luna fiercely. "What do you mean by this? Are you trying to show off your wealth to me? Isn't my son the one who gives you your money?"
Luna sneered. "Mrs. Allen, I was wrong in calling you a crazy old hag. I was wrong. I’m sorry."
Celeste furrowed her brows. Why did Luna suddenly change her attitude and apologized to her?
She harrumphed coldly. "Good that you know that, you..."
"I really shouldn't have called you that," Luna coldly interrupted Celeste before she could finish. "In my eyes, crazy old hags would still have a small brain. You, on the other hand, don't even have one."
Celeste's eyes widened. She raised her voice a few octaves. "What do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean?” Luna sneered. She picked up the check that Celeste gave her and elegantly tore it up into pieces. "In your opinion, a famous artist, whose works cost at least a few million dollars, is only worth five million dollars? A mother who casually puts a price tag on her son, isn't she foolish? Also..."
Luna took out a pile of honorary certificates from the
top of her shelf and placed it on her desk.
"These are the honors I've earned over the years abroad. Every set of jewelry I design could sell for more than ten million dollars on the international market, yet you offered me five million dollars to leave Theo. Aren’t you just humiliating yourself?"
Luna left all her honorary certificates abroad when she returned to her country. However, Neil secretly couriered her certificates back.
Initially, she was still worried that the certificates would expose her identity. She did not expect that it would be able to help her at a time like this.
Luna’s office was in pin-drop silence.
Celeste's face was even paler than the wall behind her. She gritted her teeth harshly.
"Luna! You...You b*tch!"
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