"If you look down on us so much, why are you so fixated on having your daughter marry my husband when you obviously don't like him?"
Nolan Morrison pinched Matilda Jenkins's face: "She may not like your husband, but she surely likes his money!"
Mrs. Johns hurriedly explained: "I... I didn't mean that, Randy, I was... too upset, I'm sorry, I lost my mind just now..."
Mrs. Morrison said disdainfully: "Your daughter, that little slut, even if she throws herself at us, we wouldn't find her dirty, and yet you despise my son. Believe it or not, Tomorrow, I'll plaster her nude photos all over England."
Nolan Morrison smiled: "Don't set your sights on the Morrison Family anymore, otherwise, forget about being the First Lady, your noble lady days will be over."
"Let's go."
Matilda Jenkins asked Mrs. Morrison: "Mum, are you sure you really don't need me to throw her out? There's a women's restroom not far ahead, how about I shove her head into the toilet?"
