"Who raised this brat!" Mr. Sheldon looked at Mrs. Quinn, as if expecting her to speak some sense.
Mrs. Quinn elegantly sipped her tea, glanced at him, and said nothing.
Mr. Sheldon angrily said, "Brat, you're a twenty-something young man, why don't you go out and chat with young people or socialize with beautiful women, instead of sitting here with us old folks, doing nothing meaningful."
Lucas Quinn lazily leaned against the back of his chair, yawned, and said, "Oh, then I'll leave."
Mrs. Quinn put down her teacup, walked over, looked at Lucas, frowned, and sternly said, "Sit up straight!"
Lucas unwillingly sat up straight, his rebellious eyes looking at her with a hint of provocation, saying, "I will obey Mrs. Quinn's words."
"Madam, the master has matters to attend to and should be leaving." Harley Morris spoke up at the right moment.
Mrs. Quinn cast a stern glance at Lucas and said, "Go, then."
