Fatima was still going off, relentlessly badmouthing Rachel.
But Jeffrey didn't even look at her. Instead, he was casually playing with Rachel's fingers beside him, totally unbothered.
He said nonchalantly, "So what if you make a street cleaner shine her shoes? Even if the mayor's daughter had to shine her shoes today, Rachel would still deserve it."
Fatima was completely speechless. She knew very well, she couldn't compare to the mayor's daughter.
"Miss Fatima, please hurry up. Master Jeffrey doesn't have much patience," Finn reminded from the side, his voice still polite, but with a chill underneath. "If you wait until Master Jeffrey loses his patience, it won't just be about shining shoes."
Fatima bit her lip, completely frustrated. But no matter how unwilling she was, she had no choice.
Slowly, she walked up to Rachel, knelt down, and started wiping Rachel's already spotless shoes with a tissue.
