"Our company mainly hires widows and poor girls who cannot make a living. They design crafts and jewelry. Your blows have not only destroyed my company but also taken away their ability to earn food."
She turned toward the other four.
"Even these men, who act like hungry wolves when they see profit, cannot survive at your pace."
One of the men frowned. "Are you praising us or insulting us?"
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" she shot back.
Rina took another sip of coffee and set the cup down gently. She smiled, but her gaze did not soften.
"Lady Hester, the main core of business is profit," Rina said. "Even noble thoughts must pass the test of reality."
"Your model is similar to ours. All our garments are also made by women who were too poor to have a livelihood."
She folded her hands on the table and leaned slightly forward.
"As traders, we naturally clash while trying to squeeze profit. But what if we join hands?"
The five exchanged looks.
