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“What are you talking about? Who is he bringing?” Eleanor said, a little confused. “His latest girlfriend, lah!” Lorena revealed. “No such thing! No way Nicky has a girlfriend,” Eleanor insisted.
HHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHA SHE THINKS HER OWN SON CANT PULL
Eleanor had a long-held theory about men. She truly believed that for most men, all that talk of “being in love” or “finding the right one” was absolute nonsense. Marriage was purely a matter of timing, and whenever a man was finally done sowing his wild oats and ready to settle down, whichever girl happened to be there at the time would be the right one.
I dont like her
To Eleanor, every single person occupied a specific space in the elaborately constructed social universe in her mind.
within thirty seconds of learning their name and where they lived, she would implement her social algorithm and calculate precisely where they stood in her constellation based on who their family was, who else they were related to, what their approximate net worth might be, how the fortune was derived, and what family scandals might have occurred within the past fifty years.
“Yes, yes, I know Stanford,” Eleanor said, sounding unimpressed. It’s that school in California for those people who can’t get into Harvard.
DANG
Astrid wondered for the millionth time why all her relatives constantly tried to outdo each other in proclaiming their poverty.
Old-money Chinese absolutely loathe wasting money on long-distance telephone calls, almost as much as they hate wasting money on fluffy towels, bottled water, hotel rooms, expensive Western food, taking taxis, tipping waiters, and flying anything other than economy class.
“Aiyoooooh, finish everything on your plate, girls! Don’t you know there are children starving in America?”
Many of the wealthiest people here make an effort not to stand out, and most of the time, you would never know you were standing next to a billionaire.”
