You... You're Simply Too Much!

Mindy looked at Cynthia in disbelief, her nails digging fiercely into her palms. "Cynthia, say that again if you dare!"

"Miss Cartman, please change into the dress here," Cynthia repeated fearlessly.

As her words echoed, the surrounding murmurs erupted once again. Tristan calmly glanced at Max.

Max and Carl immediately stepped forward with their men. Smirking at the debutantes pointing fingers at Cynthia, they wore a faint, cold smile. "Would you prefer to leave on your own, or should we escort you?"

At this, the group of women became flustered. Most of them were members of the peripheral branches of the four major families. Without the main families' invitation, they might never get a chance to attend the business meeting. Now, they were being chased away like pariahs.

On hearing Miss Clark protest, Max looked at her with a seemingly amused expression, offering no explanation, and coldly stated, "Take them all out!"

"You..." Miss Clark and the others jostled among themselves.