"Hah! What a disgrace to men. I can't imagine what Nancy was thinking, getting involved with trash like you," Ronald sneered.

Bertha felt vindicated, knowing she would soon have her revenge.

Ronald Sullivan wasn't just anyone—he was a second-generation elite in Aleshire who was wealthy and well-connected. On top of that, she had shared a bed with him a few times, giving her some leverage in their relationship.

"Mr. Sullivan is one of our highest-tier Platinum members. He could slap dozens of people like you to death with a single hand."

Ronald's sudden appearance was unexpected, but Felix had no interest in wasting his time on this group of clowns. There were plenty of scarf shops in Aleshire—this one wasn't unique.

"If I want to leave, who can stop me?"

Ronald stepped aside, but his two bodyguards moved in to block Felix. Just as they reached for him, their bodies trembled simultaneously, and they stepped back, backing away.

"Useless!" Ronald snapped, his face darkening. These