Although they didn’t know the relationship between Emily and Nancy, Emily’s sharp words were clearly a slap to Quentin’s face!

Oh, so those who were good to Nancy were all won over by shady means because she got herself a godfather? There were plenty of people in Liverton who treated Nancy well—were they all her godfathers too?

Ms. Wilson was simply hilarious!

Who was Quentin? He could exchange banter with Andrew, but argue with a woman? That would be beneath him!

He looked at Emily’s aggressive stance, gritting his teeth in fury.

Vivian, having already sided with Quentin, burst into tears again when she saw him being put in his place.

“I don’t care! This is the Lesser family’s heirloom, and it should be given to me, the eldest granddaughter, not Nancy!”

She clutched the painting tighter and cried miserably, “Waaah... Nancy has no background, no family. What does she have to do with the Lesser family? Dad, why are you giving something that rightfully belongs to me as part of her dowry? Do you think by protecting her like this, you’ll give her face, and the Firth Family won’t bully her in the future?”

Taylor nodded vigorously, “Exactly! What, are we going to have Nancy running back to our house crying whenever the Firth Family bullies her? Who gave her such nerve!”

“Who said Nancy doesn’t have a family?”

Suddenly, a powerful and authoritative voice exploded from the crowd behind them!

Everyone turned around and saw that, at some point, a convoy had arrived behind them.

If not for the Lesser family's wedding carriages blocking the way, that convoy would have already passed through.

And what kind of convoy was it?

The first ten vehicles were all Range Rover SUVs, and beyond them, even standing on tiptoe, you couldn’t see the end of the line of cargo trucks.

And those trucks were packed to the brim with goods—was this really for gifting? To those who didn’t know, it looked like some grand aristocratic family was moving house!

Taylor, young and arrogant, furrowed his brows deeply as he watched the old man with a cane approach. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before! Who gave you the guts to bark at the Lesser family in Liverton?”

Just as the word “bark” escaped his lips, a figure suddenly shot toward Taylor like a gust of wind. Before anyone could even see what was happening, a loud slap echoed in the air.

“Smack…”

The once noisy entrance instantly fell silent!

That was way too fast!

And the strike was way too harsh!

The key point was that this person had slapped Taylor right in front of the Lesser family’s eldest and second young masters!

Who could possibly have such audacity and boldness?

The man who had slapped Taylor arrogantly flicked his hand, his eyes narrowing provocatively at Quentin. “Do you think a Thompson family member is someone a brat like you can insult?”

Taylor finally lifted her head and looked at Michael, whose devilishly handsome features left her utterly stunned, her eyes nearly popping out in surprise.

The old man sneered coldly, tapping his cane as he slowly walked toward them. “It seems that the Thompson family has been away from the country for too long. People no longer see us as significant!”

Behind him were more than thirty middle-aged men and over a dozen young men. Except for the younger ones, all the middle-aged men were dressed in identical traditional suits, exuding an air of nobility and distinction!