"Madam Thompson, what are you trying to do?!" Mateo Torres's face was cold as he immediately pushed Susanna Smith back, causing her to stagger two steps before she could barely stabilize herself.
Susanna Smith glared angrily at Mateo Torres, her words dripping with scorn, "Isn't it just a pair of worn-out shoes that Ethan doesn't want? Mateo, you seem to be quite addicted to picking them up and wearing them, aren't you?"
"Heh, is this the kind of home education the Smith Family provides? To raise such an ill-bred daughter, should I congratulate Old Master Smith?"
Mateo Torres positioned Bella White and Jaylene Ziel behind him, his mellow voice laced with his unique charm, his eyes sharp and alert as they watched Susanna Smith, ready to fend off any further aggression from her.
Susanna Smith's face turned deathly pale, as she clutched her chest, gasping for air.
"What? Mateo Torres, how dare you say I have no manners?! I am the renowned daughter of Robert Smith!"
