"Howard's old lap dog. He's called Wilbur O'Malley."

At the thought of Wilbur, Betty became furious. "He's despicable! When Howard was around, he promised he would care for us. Once Howard passed away, he got men to chase us away!"

"What a terrible person!" Yvonne gritted her teeth. "He will get what he deserves for doing such evil things!"

Betty sighed heavily. "It's usually the good ones who leave this world early. The evil ones live for a long time. Howard was such a good person, yet he left us so early."

At the mention of Howard, Betty felt heartbroken. "If Howard had been around, those bastards wouldn't have made a mess of the market."

"Yo! Charlotte, good business today!" A lecherous voice rang out.

Yvonne's gaze darkened. Speak of the devil.

Charlotte looked behind Yvonne with a stern face. "Mr. O'Malley, what else do you want? We paid our protection fees a long time ago!"

"What kind of monster do you think I am?" Wilbur led a few men to the stall. He picked up a gemston