Alexander Marshall glared at Olivia Jenkins with a look that resembled a venomous snake, emitting an aura of terrifying dread.
If this demeaning woman knows her limits, she should stop now.
Olivia Jenkins had a faint smile on her face that seemed to convey a hint of mockery.
She completely disregarded the patriarch's presence.
Even if the situation escalated beyond control, she wouldn't be afraid.
She had no reason to continue to be oppressed by the Marshall Family.
"Grandfather, don't have high expectations of me. Don't expect me to flatter you with sweet words. You've probably seen today's news, which slanders me as a terrible person."
Suddenly, Daniel Marshall interjected.
"Honey, your watermelon juice is ready. I added some ice to cool you down!"
Olivia Jenkins gave Daniel Marshall a cold glance, then lightly laughed, "Thank you, darling!"
"Grandfather, try the green tangerine tea I made." Daniel poured two cups of tea.
