Mabel Grant placed an exquisite piece of food into Leah Sinclair's bowl with her chopsticks. "I know you haven't had it easy all these years. It's made you sensitive and insecure."
"But from now on, you have no reason to feel insecure. You are the second young miss of the Grant Family. So, straighten your back and hold your head high!"
"No matter who you meet, they will be the ones flattering you. All you have to do is act according to your mood. If you feel like it, you can acknowledge them. If you don't, you can do whatever you want to them."
Leah Sinclair stared blankly at Mabel Grant. Today, she was only wearing a simple black top, and she didn't seem to have much makeup on.
But right now, with her red lips slightly upturned and her slender fingers lightly holding her chopsticks, she casually picked up some food. Even a simple action like this looked like a painting when she did it—elegant and captivating.
