Yet Sophia Green was so vain that she tried to pass off a ten-dollar item as worth two million, deceiving him and treating the entire Clark Family as fools. That was bad enough, but she even shamelessly attempted to frame his granddaughter.
This was what truly enraged Master Clark.
Had he known this family would stir up such trouble, he would not have allowed them to come.
"Let Miss Green answer that," he said.
George Parker looked at Sophia Green, his smile somewhat cold.
Parker’s personality wasn’t great; he was arrogant, petty, and held grudges fiercely.
Sophia Green had publicly accused him of selling fake goods, and he had been holding his breath until now, unable to let it go.
His eyes, beautiful like peach blossoms, stared fixedly at Sophia Green. His gaze seemed mild, yet it was exceedingly aggressive.
It seemed as if he would not rest until Sophia Green gave an answer.
Under Parker’s intense stare, Sophia Green’s face turned even paler; what could she possibly say in response?
Now, everyone knew she had spent two hundred thousand on an inkstone she presented as worth two million, but that inkstone turned out to be a fake worth merely ten dollars.
Indeed, everyone understood the situation, but Parker insisted on Sophia Green stating it herself, simply to humiliate her and drag her reputation through the mud.
Although Cam Green was furious that his daughter had embarrassed him so greatly, she was still his daughter, and he cared for her.
Seeing Parker’s indifferent eyes fixed on his daughter, adamant and uncompromising, Cam Green said sternly:
"Young Master Parker, enough is enough; don’t be unreasonably harsh."
Parker chuckled, "Who are you to dictate that I should forgive when I have a valid point?"
Though he smiled, the haughtiness on his face and the disdain in his eyes were blatantly displayed.
Others might have given Cam Green some respect, but not Parker.
He was the most defiant of the Parker Family, never giving face to anyone and doing as he pleased.
Sophia Green had audaciously accused him of selling fakes, and now, as he pursued her relentlessly, no one felt Parker was in the wrong; instead, they thought Sophia Green deserved it.
Cam Green was taken aback by Parker’s confrontation, his facial expression twisted as he glared at him.
"Young Master Parker, I’ve shown you respect and patience thus far, don’t push it."
Parker still appeared unconcerned, shaking his folding fan with a smile and raising an eyebrow:
"I’m actually quite curious, Mr. Singer, what you would do to me when you run out of patience."
Cam Green was choked with anger, unable to voice his frustrations.
Since his rise to fame, he had always been recognized as a musician—a title that, with the word "musician," signified honor.
No one had ever referred to him as merely "a singer," even if it was the truth.
Parker continued to regard him with a casual demeanor, innocently retorting: "What? Aren’t you a singer?"
Cam Green was again left speechless, unable to issue a response.
Deny that he was a singer? He indeed was one.
Should he demand to be called a musician rather than just a singer?
The title "musician" was a form of respect when used by others, but for him to claim it so brazenly was exceedingly arrogant.
Though Cam Green had a certain pride in his talent, he wouldn’t stoop so low as to boast about being a "musician" in front of so many respected and high-status individuals.