All seven men dropped the boxes before Jett, tore them open and took a step backward.
Charlotte's eyes bulged slightly in disbelief at the familiar sight of the bottle peeking out.
She sauntered towards it, grabbed the first one she saw and sneered without sparing it another glance, "This… do you think we wouldn't notice these are fake?"
"If you really wanted us to believe you, you could've at least waited a few hours before bringing them."
She paused and straightened up, then pointed the bottle at him with a scoff, "How could a bottle which took seven months to arrive be here in just a few minutes? You should take classes to lie better!"
Jett gazed at her blankly.
This wench was clearly looking down on him and his children.
He had to calm his daughter first, so he had no time to explain his identity to her. But even if he did, she would never believe him. So it was no use saying anything.