Chapter 237 Quintus’s Malice

• Quintus’s face turned livid. Grinding his molars, he said in a low voice, “Mrs. Wang, that unfilial girl is a private matter of the Sherrod residence. Business is business. Don’t mix the two.”
• Old Mrs. Wang snorted, full of scorn.
• That silent contempt stabbed Quintus. Brutality flared in his chest. Ever since the Sherrod residence had latched onto the Quille residence, everyone treated him with kid gloves. He hadn’t tasted this kind of humiliation in ages.