People hustled aside, making room for them. Lavinia Wilde was frightened by Martin Yates's gaze, breathing heavily, her hand suspended in mid-air, then resentfully lowered.
"Mr. Yates, our family matters seem like none of your business." Lavinia Wilde, relying on the live broadcast, tried to muster her courage.
"Not to mention that you're already divorced from Silas Jones. Even if you were still her stepmother..." Martin Yates said coldly: "What if I insisted on intervening?"
His tone was arrogant, his gaze sharp with a hint of provocation, as if to say:
You...
What can you do to me?
His demeanor was defiant, utterly rebellious.
Lavinia Wilde choked, "Y-you're so unreasonable!"
Martin Yates just smiled, "Like a shrew, causing a scene and rolling on the ground in public, with someone like you, do I need to be reasonable?"
