The driver picked up the watch and examined it under the sunlight, frowning. "How do I know if this is real or fake?" "This can’t possibly be fake! We bought it at a boutique! Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t know anything!" Sophia glared at him. The driver smirked, "You can’t even afford the taxi fare, but you claim to have a thirty-thousand-dollar watch? Anyone can make up stories. Scammers these days are getting more sophisticated. What’s wrong with me questioning it?" "Don’t push your luck! We’ve already made a big concession!" The driver laughed, "If you put it that way, I really need to get to the bottom of this today. I don’t want this watch. Take it back. You must give me cash today. I only take cash. Without it, you’re not leaving!" "You..." Sophia’s eyes reddened with anger, "You’re just a scoundrel!" "Try calling me that again?" The driver was enraged, "I’ve been polite enough not to say certain things in front of everyone to save your face. But if you talk to me like that, I won’t hold back. Miss, are you really rich? Look at your clothes. You’re not even wearing a bra, are you?" Sophia wilted instantly. Grace looked down and saw that Sophia’s n.ipples were prominently showing through her dress, her breasts subtly shaking as she argued with the driver. "Sophia, you..." Sophia crossed her arms over her chest, "We were at home just now, so I didn’t wear a bra. Who knew we’d be kicked out suddenly…" The driver, hearing Sophia’s words, laughed heartily, "You were kicked out? What did you do to get kicked out?" The driver’s words were getting nastier, and Sophia, not quick-witted with words, couldn’t retort a single sentence. Grace stood in front of Sophia, shielding her, and faced the driver, "You want money, so just focus on that and stop with the other talk!" "Why can’t I say anything? Everyone, come and see. These two are shameless. They don’t pay the taxi fare and call me a scoundrel!" At this moment, someone in the crowd started to speak up."Mrs. Morgan, you’re in the wrong here. Taxi drivers don’t have it easy. There’s no need to shortchange him. Doesn’t your husband earn quite a bit? You’re embarrassing him like this!" Grace looked towards the voice and recognized a person in the crowd. She remembered this woman from a Norman family banquet, where Grace had even greeted her. This woman had wanted to marry her daughter into the Norman family but was beaten to it by Grace. She must have harbored resentment and now couldn’t wait to kick Grace when she was down. What a small world. Grace frowned and said nothing. At this time, saying more would lead to more mistakes. Silence might stabilize the situation, preventing it from worsening. But Sophia clearly didn’t have Grace’s intelligence. She couldn’t tolerate the driver’s words and began to argue furiously. "You don’t know anything, so why lecture me? I’m not refusing to pay, just asking for a little delay!" The woman egged on, "Why delay? Does Mr. Morgan not give you allowance? He seems stingy, not giving money to his wife and daughter. Doesn’t he usually act generous?" "Shut up! You don’t know the real situation!" "Haha, do you think we’re all fools? Who doesn’t know your story? Your mom was a mistress, and you’re following in her footsteps!" "You filthy woman, I’ll tear your mouth apart…" "Oh, everyone heard that. Mr. Morgan’s daughter is using foul language! Mr. Morgan’s family manners are exemplary!" Sophia moved to slap the woman, but Grace restrained her. She angrily tried to break free, "Mom! Did you hear what she’s saying? I can’t swallow this insult without teaching her a lesson!" "Shut up!" Grace barked sternly, "She’s provoking you on purpose to make you lose face. Are you really going to fall into her trap? Use your brain!" The woman sneered, "Brain? Mrs. Morgan, your daughter isn’t like you at all. You plan everything for her, but she messes it all up. If I were you, I’d cut ties with her to avoid being dragged down."Sophia’s face turned bright red with anger, but Grace held her firmly. She could only turn her head away in frustration, saying nothing more. Grace exhaled deeply and addressed the driver, "I apologize for my daughter’s rash behavior. I apologize on her behalf. Please don’t take it to heart. As for the fare… give me some time to figure something out, okay?" Seeing Grace soften, the driver’s expression eased somewhat. "You should have taken this attitude earlier. I’m not kidding; you were too arrogant, refusing to pay and insulting me. If I were more impulsive, I would have slapped her." "I’m sorry. I’ll find a way to get the money now. Please wait a moment, alright?" The driver paused and then said, "Not just the fare, but also my lost wages and the emotional distress from her insults." Grace gritted her teeth, "Fine, name your price." "Two thousand dollars, non-negotiable!" Grace responded, "Alright, I’ll call a friend to bring the money." The driver reluctantly nodded. Grace wouldn’t get far anyway, with so many onlookers around, eyes everywhere. The driver stood aside, smoking, occasionally glancing at her. Grace, under the gaze of the crowd, dialed a number, "Hello, Bobby? This is Mrs. Morgan… Yes, I’m in a bit of trouble. Could you lend me some money?" Bobby was Logan’s student. After Logan joined Taylor Corporation, Bobby became his assistant. Grace had always been kind to Bobby, so she hoped he would lend some money. However, Bobby’s response was unexpected. He politely but firmly refused, "I’m sorry, Mrs. Morgan. Mr. Morgan has instructed us not to give you any money." Grace’s heart sank, "When did he say that?" "Just now," Bobby replied. "You’re at Times Square, right? Someone is live-streaming your situation. Because of you, Mr. Morgan’s reputation has plummeted. He’s determined to draw a clear line with you."