Bobby decisively hung up the phone. Grace's anger flared instantly. Bobby had once been a poor college student. Desperate for a better future, he tried to ingratiate himself with Logan, who dismissed him as incompetent. As a result, Bobby turned his attention to Grace. Bobby would bring Grace gifts almost every day and helped with household repairs and lawn care. Whenever Grace needed anything, Bobby would arrive within half an hour to handle it efficiently. Over time, Grace let her guard down and persuaded Logan to give Bobby a chance. Bobby was indeed diligent. His design skills were mediocre, but he was exceptionally good at flattery. This trait endeared him to Logan, who eventually accepted him as a student. In the following years, Bobby excelled at ingratiating himself. He never refused any request from Logan or Grace, always eager to please. But now, his attitude had completely changed. Everything was different now. Even Bobby dared to hang up on her? The taxi driver, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood on the roadside, smirking at her. "Well? Did someone come to pay for you?" Grace’s face was ashen. "Looks like they didn’t. She got rejected! You’re really unlucky, meeting such shameless people." The voice came from the same woman who had been stirring up trouble earlier. She seemed to enjoy the spectacle, eager to escalate the situation and ensure everyone knew about it. Grace frowned and reprimanded her softly, "You must be Mrs. Brown, right? We met at the Norman family banquet. Are you really this mean, just to bully me?" Mrs. Brown, a New Yorker, was quite obese. She wore a green dress, but her bulging belly made her look like a plump caterpillar. When she cursed, her finger jabbed the air, her belly fat jiggling comically. "Bully you?" Mrs. Brown laughed, her belly shaking. "You can’t pay the fare; I haven’t done anything. Look at my hands, all ten fingers have rings. Any one of these gems could buy a hundred taxis. Why would I bully a pauper like you?" Her short, chubby fingers were adorned with gemstones, flashing various colors in the sunlight, almost blinding. Grace narrowed her eyes, a plan forming. Truly wealthy people don’t flaunt their riches like this. Moreover, wearing so many gems on the street was unusual. Most of these large gemstones are registered, with buyer and collector information recorded. The Brown family were mere building materials suppliers, relying on the Norman family’s real estate business to make money. They were far from being able to afford such expensive jewels. "Mrs. Brown, since you’re living so well, why not lend me a hundred dollars? You’re so generous; surely, a hundred dollars is nothing to you." Mrs. Brown sneered, "Oh, Mrs. Morgan, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. No matter how rich I am, I won’t lend you money. You’re not worth it." Mrs. Brown’s blatant refusal and mockery were hard for Grace to swallow. "We all live in the same city. Our families both work in the construction industry. Is there any need to be so aggressive?" Mrs. Brown laughed heartily, "Construction industry? Oh, that’s hilarious. Mrs. Morgan, soon you won’t even be that. As far as I know, you only have a middle school education. You started fooling around with men as a minor to scam money. God knows how many men you’ve been with. Later, no man wanted to marry you. A security guard took pity on you, brought you home, married you, and you had Sophia. When did you ever work in construction? Do you even know what the Pritzker Architecture Prize is? A middle school dropout like you has the nerve to claim you work in construction. You’re full of hot air." Mrs. Brown’s voice was pleasant, but her insults were sharp. She laid bare Grace’s history for all to hear. The women around Mrs. Brown suddenly understood. "So, Sophia isn’t Mr. Morgan’s daughter?" "Sophia is her child with that security guard. Later, she somehow latched onto Mr. Morgan, dumped her husband, and went to Europe with him. Now she’s back, pretending to be high society." "I get it. Mr. Morgan is an honest man. He probably found out about her past and decided to kick her out. But I remember she had a son with Mr. Morgan. He dotes on that boy…" Mrs. Brown rolled her eyes, suppressing a laugh. "Who knows if that son is even Mr. Morgan’s? I bet he’s a bastard. When Mr. Morgan found out, he was furious and kicked them out. He’s determined to divorce her.""Yeah, Mr. Morgan is such a kind person. What could make him so angry and determined to divorce? He must have found out the son isn’t his! Wow, that’s so pitiful. He’s been loving a bastard all these years. Poor Mr. Morgan…"