The Young Master of the Winsors

Brice laughed out with a sneer. He looked at the broken car and laughed, "Buy a pile of junk then!" As Brice spoke, he made a face at Swedum. Mary grabbed his wrist and said with anger, "Stop! Don't you feel embarrassed?" As Mary spoke, she pulled Brice away anxiously and was about to leave. But she was stopped by the clerk. "Excuse me, Madam. Your young master broke our car, so you need to compensate." "Bullshit! Can you prove that? So what even if I did? It is your honor!" He sneered, "And you should thank me!" Brice looked up high with his hands behind his back as if he despised everyone. "What's so great about the Winsors? It has been going downhill for several years, and they might go bankrupt soon." "That's true. No wonder the Winsors is getting worse. Looking at its young master, I estimate it will collapse within a few years!" "What a spoiled boy! If the Winsors fell into his hands, it would be destroyed." Hearing those words, Mary was in a rage. Over the past three years, the