"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm not," Grace Winslow muttered in dissatisfaction.
Remembering Archer Rhys was still present, she decided to set the thought aside.
'I'll write out the plan later and map everything out properly.'
'There's no rush.'
'Besides, I really don't have enough capital on hand right now, so it wouldn't hurt to wait a bit longer.'
After dinner, Archer Rhys insisted on helping to clear the table.
The more Irene Lynch looked at him, the more pleased she was. She nudged Grace Winslow with her elbow. "Look how great Archer is. Don't you dare miss out on such a wonderful man, or you'll live to regret it."
Grace Winslow's mind was completely occupied with thoughts of a fast-food restaurant and food delivery. Hearing Irene Lynch's words, she snapped back to reality and retorted irritably, "Oh, Mom! Why do you want to marry me off to every single man you see?"
