At this moment, Vivian Drew's rage had reached its peak. Suddenly, she raised her hand and smashed the wine glass she was holding. The crimson red wine sprayed all over the floor, mixing with the shards of glass, and shocked everyone present.
"Have you had enough? Stop pushing your luck!" Vivian said.
Xaviera Evans let out a faint smile, "Isn't Miss Wendy Drew a noble lady of Libanan? How come she is so quick to anger, disregarding her image?"
Steve Price quickly joined in, "It was clearly Miss Wendy Drew who started the fight, and now she accuses others of being too harsh. Indeed, your Drew family is really good at twisting the facts!"
"Don't use your elder status to threaten our president. Have you cared for him even a bit in these past twenty years? Even if it's now proven that he is Miss Winni Drew's son, Miss Wendy Drew you still throw insults at him. If you all don't want to be his elders, then why should he respect you?"
