The Price of Taste

"You don't like the style?" Vivian asked coldly.

Daphne pressed her lips together, glancing at Celine, who was watching her calmly while eating grapes.

She forced a mocking smile. "It's not that I dislike it. But who does this style anymore? The whole place smells like wood. Still, you can't really blame Celine..."

"If you don't like it, we'll tear it out. Do a full renovation." Vance's voice c