Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 964

Chapter 964 You Cannot Help Me

Wendy went back to her stall. Before Cecilia could ask why Wendy went for so long, the latter bawled her eyes out.

"Boo...hoo..."

Cecilia's heart skipped a beat as she immediately held Wendy's shoulder. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Arielle..." Wendy choked on her words.

Tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably as she thought of the treatment she got at Arielle's stall.

"Don't cry. Tell me what happened. I'll help you."

"You can't help me!" Wendy pushed Cecilia away. "You know nothing!"

Cecilia's heart fell with a thud. She could not recall Wendy ever talking to her with such a tone.

"Wendy, don't worry. There'll always be a solution to everything. Now, tell me where have you been? What happened to you?"

Wendy bit her lip tightly, trying hard to clear her thoughts.

She took a deep breath. "Arielle got a lot of customers over there. Her ravioli is priced at fifty per portion."

"Fifty? Is her ravioli made of exotic meat?"

"No, she just uses ordinary ingredients." Wendy shook her head.

"Then, she's obviously robbing! My cookie uses all the top-quality ingredients. Not to mention the butter, even the flour is imported. And look at these packaging. I hired someone to customize them. How could an ordinary ravioli cost the same as our cookie?"

Wendy let out a bitter smile. "But, her ordinary ravioli tastes better than what I've eaten in a high-end restaurant.”

Cecilia was stunned momentarily.

"It's just ravioli. How good could it taste?"

Wendy expressed honestly, "It's so good that I feel like eating it again now."

Cecilia's eyes went wide with shock. "Is it that good?"

Even though Wendy did not want to admit it, she had no choice but nodded. "Yes."

"How could it be..." As Cecilia was speaking, she spotted Susanne walking toward them.

She immediately lowered her voice and reminded Wendy. "Let's keep this between us. Don't let Susanne know about it. And let's stop her from going to that b*tch's stall."

"I know."

Finally, Susanne came to Wendy's stall.

She noticed the amount of the cookies was still about the same as before she went to the washroom. It seems like their sales are really slow.

Susanne did not know why but she felt somehow happy seeing Wendy doing badly.

Nonetheless, she was smart enough not to show her feeling on her face.

She pretended to question, "Why haven't you sold most of the cookies?"

Cecilia displayed an embarrassed smile. "Maybe we price it too highly. Initially, many people bought it. But after we raised it to fifty, the customers became less."

Susanne nodded upon hearing that. She merely asked that out of courtesy. In truth, she did not care why they could not sell their cookies.

Susanne deliberately asked, "Wendy, have you been to Arielle's stall? I heard it's delicious. Do you want to go with me?"

Wendy exchanged a look with Cecilia and uttered, "Mrs. Nightshire, I was there just now."

"Were you?" Susanne was slightly surprised. "Then, how did it taste?"