Stella Lowell seemed oblivious to the barbed undertones in Lily Shaw's words. She simply lowered her head and smiled as usual, then lifted her chin in haughty disdain, looking down on Lily, who was "boasting shamelessly." With layered meaning, she said, "Miss Shaw, you certainly have quite a bold mouth. I wonder if Eldest Young Master Grant can handle it."
"Miss Lowell, you're young and unmarried. Concern yourself so much with my husband—could it be you're thinking of stealing him away from me?" Lily didn't even bother to lift her eyelids this time, letting out a cold snort. "What a pity, my husband and I are so deep in love that we've even agreed to be married in the next life. So let me give you a word of advice, Miss Lowell: face reality and stop daydreaming!"
