Finally, someone recognized them. "the Thompson family? Could they be the Thompson family from overseas?"

"Yes! I heard that even though the Thompson family lives abroad, they still adhere to Henrianastyle in their attire. They never wear suits, especially at major events. They uniformly wear Henriana clothing or suits to constantly remind the foreigners that they are Henriana!"

"Wow! I know them! I know them! Their business spans across Europe and America, specializing in jade and jewelry. The world's largest jade and jewelry merchants aren’t from within the country but from the Thompson family!"

"Ahhh... but they hit Taylor Lesser! Quentin favors his daughter so much; he’ll definitely avenge her, right? Haha, this is going to be interesting!"

As the onlookers were getting more and more excited, Taylor began to cry in grievance.

“Dad, he hit me! He actually hit me! You have to avenge me, beat them to death!”

Quentin Lesser’s eyes darkened further and further...

Micheal stood right in front of him, his gaze extremely provocative, clearly saying, "Try and touch me if you dare!"

Quentin’s fists clenched tightly by his sides. Just when everyone thought he was about to fight Micheal and avenge Taylor, he unexpectedly took a step back. Then, he bowed deeply at ninety degrees toward Arthur and clasped his hands in respect, giving a proper salute.

"The younger generation greets the head of the Thompson family."

Taylor: "..."

Vivian: "..."

The onlookers: "..."

What was going on?

Quentin, this is Liverton, your own turf. Your own daughter was just slapped and humiliated, and yet you’re bowing to someone else?

Is this a joke?

Taylor screamed in disbelief, "Dad, what are you doing!? Why didn’t you hit him!?"

"Shut up!"

Quentin turned and snapped at Taylor, then straightened up, offering an apologetic smile to Arthur. “Old Master Thompson, it’s all my fault for failing to teach my daughter properly. She offended you, and I ask for your forgiveness.”

At this point, everyone understood—even the second young master of the Lesser family, the top family in Liverton, couldn’t afford to cross the Thompson family!

Arthur didn’t even glance at Quentin. One hand gripping his cane and the other behind his back, he cast a mocking look at the Lesser family’s delivery truck. “Is this the dowry the Lesser family prepared for Nancy?”

Taylor, still upset from being slapped and receiving no help from Quentin, felt deeply wronged. Hearing Arthur’s comment, she shouted in frustration once more.

"Look at that disdain in your eyes! Nancy isn’t even part of the Lesser family, yet she forced my grandparents to give her the Veil of Starlight Painting as a wedding gift! Her greed is so shameless. Do you expect us to hand over the entire Lesser family to her too?"

“Pfft…”

Arthur snorted in contempt. "A pile of trash, and you have the nerve to say Nancy begged for it?"

As he spoke, his cane struck the Lesser family’s truck with a dissatisfied thud. "Get out of here! Don’t stand in our way as we deliver Nancy’s dowry!"

The moment the Firth Family heard this, they immediately ordered for the Lesser family’s truck to be moved away.

Then, the ten Range Rovers drove forward, followed by the cargo trucks behind them.

Taylor and Vivian stepped aside, watching the trucks packed to the brim, their eyes red with envy.

“Just bed sheets and blankets, right? With so many, Nancy could probably open her own bedding store.”