Fritz's smile was ready to burst. He extended his hand toward Effie, beckoning, "Effie, come here."

Effie walked slowly.

Fritz's smile grew even broader, anticipation brimming, until...

Slap!

An unexpected strike caught him off guard. Stunned, Fritz couldn't believe it, covering his face and staring at Effie. “Effie, did you just hit me?"

"What's wrong? I'm beating you!" Icy and disdainful, Effie glared at Fritz, her expression contorted with disgust. "I gave you some respect, and you think you're something special? You disgusted me.

You should consider yourself lucky that Walter intervened just in time. Otherwise, it wouldn't have just ended with a slap."

The sudden shift in Effie's demeanor left Fritz bewildered. "Effie, what's wrong with you?"

“What's wrong with me? Do you think I can't see through your petty tricks? Laughable, thinking you're handsome!" Effie's disgusted tone pierced Fritz's heart like a needle, instantly deflating his self-satisfied demeanor.

His eyes reddened, stung by her words. "And what about you? Do you think you're excellent? With such a temper, who would accept you? I think you can look forward to being an old leftover woman. It's your blessing that I can even consider you. Unfortunately, you don't know how to appreciate it!"

Suddenly, Walter stepped in, embracing Effie's shoulder while casting a contemptuous glance at Fritz. "You? It seems Effie is right.

Nowadays, even trash has become narcissistic. Go back and look in the mirror when you have time. Even I can't win Effie's heart, and you think you're great?"

“Mr. Morrison?" Fritz was shocked, his expression changing rapidly, a drama unfolding on his face.

How could Walter have feelings for Effie?

Walter hailed from one of the top three families in the country, omnipotent in both the underworld and the legal world.

Despite his seemingly carefree demeanor, he was the acknowledged successor of the Morrison family. His smile was friendly, but when serious, he was capable of killing without blinking an eye.

Fritz felt as though he'd been struck hard; his ego bruised, his face metaphorically swollen. Compared to Walter, he was like an ant.

“Mr. Morrison, are you kidding me? How could you possibly have feelings for her?" Fritz struggled to regain his composure.

“Effie is beautiful and kind. Why wouldn't I like her?" Walter retorted, casting a gentle glance at Effie, leaving Fritz speechless.

Unable to handle the embarrassment any longer, Fritz left in a fluster.

Effie was elated. She hooked her hand around Walter's shoulder. “Oh, Walter, you came just in time! Today you helped me, and next time, I'll treat you to a meal!"

"Why did you change so quickly? I thought you considered me your boyfriend just now." Surprised by Effie's quick change in demeanor, Walter raised an eyebrow. This girl was adept at using and discarding people so easily.

“Oh, didn't I give you a hint just now? I didn't expect you to catch on. Impressive!" Effie smirked, visibly pleased with herself.

At that moment, a car honked nearby.