The scene in front of the apartment building was already a chaotic mess, and Cecilia Quincy's arrival was enough to burn the whole pot.
Sonia Quincy shut her eyes in frustration. 'I'd love to pour this burnt, stinking mess right down Cecilia Quincy's throat.'
Cecilia Quincy had come with Ramona Lawrence; Ethan Lockwood was not by her side. With her arms crossed over her chest, she stood a few steps away from Sonia Quincy, gloating at the chaos.
"Sonia Quincy, you've really brought this upon yourself. If you'd had the sense to sell the house to me earlier, would you be in this kind of trouble now?"
"Exactly." Ramona Lawrence, diligently playing her part as a sycophant, chimed in, "If you'd been smart and just sold the house to Cecilia from the start, you could have gotten seven million, at least. But now? Forget two million. I doubt you could even get one and a half."
