"Tch, he's just an illegitimate son. Don't forget who the Montclair family's matriarch is."
Illegitimate son?
"I'm going to check it out." Without a second thought, Sienna threw open the door and stepped out, accidentally crashing directly into someone. "Oh, I'm sor—"
"Watch it! If you hurt Preston, can you afford the medical bills?"
"Girl, that trick is so overplayed. Try something new."
The dismissive attitude made Sienna uncomfortable, but knowing she was at fault, she didn't argue. She stepped back, her expression cool. "I apologize. I didn't see you there."
The driver was terrified. He immediately killed the engine and scrambled out. "Miss, are you alright?"
Preston Everhart rubbed his numb shoulder, offering a warm, polite smile. "I should be the one apologizing. They just have no filter. They didn't mean anything by it. Are you okay?"
Sienna's expression softened. "I'm fine. But really, I'm sorry." She nodded politely, then dashed toward the crowd.
"Preston, they're all flocking to see that Cyril kid."
"Have you guys noticed? Cyril looks at everyone with that sickeningly affectionate gaze. I swear he's copying Preston's style."
Preston just chuckled softly. "Is that right?"
Back in the parking lot.
"Cyril, seeing as our families are connected through marriage, don't say I didn't give the Ravenshires any face," Harrison sneered. "You thoroughly humiliated me today. Get on your knees and wipe my shoes, and we'll call it even." Harrison dug his limited-edition sneaker harder into the Maybach's hood.
"Wow! So generous of you, Harrison!" Bernard Whitmore jeered from the sidelines. "Cyril, what are you waiting for? Wipe his shoes and apologize!"
Lennox narrowed his eyes, studying the group of teenagers. These must be the same punks who used the snake to terrorize the young master.
Cyril remained silent.

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