"Break my legs?

“Then will you have me imitate you by sitting in a wheelchair too?

“Hahaha!"

Quill laughed. Then, he bent his body slightly, imitating the posture of sitting in a wheelchair as he wriggled before Sean.

"Let me tell you, even if you have some skills, it's useless.

“In this society, money and power speak for themselves.

“And you don't have either.

“Remember this well. Willow can only be mine.

“And you can only be kicked out of the Quinn family to become a smelly beggar on the streets."

Quill looked down at Sean with a sneer.

“Who knows, I might even throw you some leftover scraps? Hehe.”

Sean's eyes turned cold as he raised his arm.

"Sean, what are you doing?"

At that moment, Fion came out of the door and yelled at Sean.

"Aunt Fion, this cripple said that he wants to hit me for helping Willow."

Quill immediately took two steps back and sneered.

Sean slowly turned to look at Fion.

Then, he looked at Willow who was behind Fion.

Willow also looked at Sean,