When the Young Miss sent her money, Nana Warren accepted it without any hesitation, knowing she was capable enough to work for her. But now, she truly felt her abilities were limited. 'I can't do this! Aaaah!'
Seeing the lack of confidence on her face, Celeste Grant took her hand, casually picked up the ring, and placed it in her palm.
"This is an investment. Don't forget, you still have to work for me for three thousand years. I'm a black-hearted capitalist; I don't make deals I'll lose money on."
Nana Warren's capabilities were beyond question, so looking at the long term, Celeste knew she wouldn't lose out.
'This is what it feels like to be trusted.' She felt that she'd be willing to work not just for three thousand years, but for thirty thousand.
