Free Web NovelChapter 965: Chapter 965: Willow Grant’s Last Chance
The reason Susan Stone asked this was very simple: she still wanted to give both Summer Monroe and Willow Grant the same opportunity.
Taking advantage of this moment, she could just test whether Willow Grant was like Mrs. Grant, whether she was honest or not, and whether she had any bad intentions.
To her, intelligence, ability, and family background actually came after "what kind of heart" a person had.
She would never accept a daughter-in-law with a bad heart.
Of course, this was also the last chance Susan Stone was giving Willow Grant.
Yet the next second, Willow Grant simply shook her head and said, "She sells them fifty per box, and she’s using the most basic three‑flavor filling—shrimp, pork, and bamboo shoots. The taste is the most average of all the dumplings I’ve ever had. I think the name doesn’t match the reality; she’s really selling them a bit too expensive."
The smile in Susan Stone’s eyes faded as she calmly asked, "Which places’ dumplings have you tried?"
Willow Grant had no idea why Susan Stone was asking this. She thought for a moment and answered, "In Crestfall, I’ve had the dumplings at the Crestfall Grand Hotel. The dumplings there are also very average, but Summer Monroe’s dumplings can’t even compare to the ones at the Crestfall Grand Hotel."
Susan Stone sighed silently in her heart.
Willow Grant still hadn’t passed her test.
She’d eaten the dumplings at the Crestfall Grand Hotel herself; they weren’t even a tenth as good as Summer Monroe’s. Willow Grant was really lying through her teeth.
Susan Stone couldn’t tell if what she felt was regret or relief; she only thought that, sure enough, people of the same kind end up under the same roof.
Willow Grant was just like Mrs. Grant.
How had she been so blind back then, thinking Willow Grant was good in every way?
"I understand." Susan Stone nodded and forced a smile. "Since they’re that bad, I won’t go over then."
Hearing this, Willow Grant secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but a faint uneasiness still crept up in her heart.
This uneasiness was very hard to pin down, but it definitely existed.
About half an hour later, the flea market ended, and the faculty began coming to the sports field to have everyone take down their stalls.
During this half hour, Willow Grant didn’t sell a single box of cookies or a single dessert. This was thanks to a post someone made, saying the girl selling cookies was the lunatic Willow Grant, complete with photos.
Originally, although many people at school had heard of Willow Grant, not many actually knew what she looked like. Once her photo was posted, no one came by Willow Grant’s stall anymore.
After the whole noon, Willow Grant’s total sales were only a bit over eight hundred. It was absolutely impossible for her to win any prize at the charity flea market.
But Willow Grant no longer had the mind to care about that prize.
While Susan Stone sent the bodyguards off to book a table at a nearby restaurant, she tugged Mrs. Grant over and said in a low voice, "Mom, I keep feeling that something’s off."
"Off? What’s off?" Mrs. Grant asked in confusion.
"Mrs. Stone is off. I keep feeling like she’s even more distant from me than before. And when I said the dumplings were bad, I kept feeling like she was sneering inside."
"How is that possible? Even if her ideal daughter‑in‑law isn’t you, there’s no way it would be that little bastard Summer Monroe. The Stanton Family is already ruined, and she’s the child that short‑lived Luna Monroe had with some wild man. With that kind of background, do you really think someone like Susan Stone would let her in the door?"
"That may be true, but..."
"Alright, stop with the ’buts.’ You’re overthinking it. Just wait for tonight, when Summer Monroe can’t answer the questions and makes a fool of herself in public!"
Willow Grant nodded, assuming she was just being too sensitive.
On the other side, Summer Monroe tallied up her turnover; including the extra money some people had voluntarily added, it came to a total of five thousand six hundred.
When she submitted the money to the student council, everyone was stunned for a moment.
