Chapter 120

Tiffany Roscente lifted her chin, sweeping a disdainful gaze across the crowd. "This is Roscente territory. Anyone who offends me can get out!"

What a spoiled brat.

Theodore Orlando was about to speak when Sophia Lowell gently tugged his sleeve. She met Tiffany's eyes, her tone calm. "You know better than I do what position your father is in right now. He's always kept a low profile. Imagine his reaction if he found out his daughter was throwing the Roscente name around like this..."

Tiffany's father was the only politician in the Roscente family, currently serving as mayor during a critical promotion period. He was notoriously cautious, terrified of any scandal.

Tiffany's face paled, her fingers twisting nervously in her skirt.

Sophia pressed her advantage, speaking deliberately. "I suggest you look up how these 'daddy's girl' stories usually end. Quite entertaining."

"Are you threatening me?" Tiffany's voice trembled despite her bravado.

"Consider it friendly advice." Sophia's tone remained even.

"Who do you think you are?" Tiffany's voice rose sharply. "A parasite living off the Roscentes' charity, lecturing me?"

Theodore frowned. "Mind your language—"

"Shut up!" Tiffany whirled on him, malice flashing in her eyes. "Defending her like this—is she your mistress? Let me warn you, my mentor's father is Theodore Orlando, the architectural legend. One word from me, and you'll be blacklisted!"

Theodore's lips curved with amusement. "Why your mentor's father and not your mentor himself?"

At the mention of her mentor, Tiffany's expression turned dreamy. "Master Theodore is the guest of honor tonight. Of course a nobody like you wouldn't know."

Theodore stroked his chin. When had his son's taste become so questionable?

"Then guess who I am," he said playfully.

"You're just some lowlife—"

"Tiffany!" Sophia cut in sharply. "Insult my professor again, and I won't hold back!"

"Sophia, how dare you—"

"That's enough."

A calm yet authoritative male voice interrupted from behind.

Tiffany froze. When she turned, all color drained from her face. "P-Professor Valdemar..."