Everyone in the Quinn family was instantly dumbfounded.
"Sean, let me help you."
Willow unfurled the wheelchair without looking at the others and helped Sean into it.
"What the f*ck? Sean's driving a Ferrari?"
"A cripple like him can drive? Are you kidding me?"
"The important thing isn't whether he's a cripple. I just want to know where did he get the car?"
The Quinn family’s faces were full of shock as they talked about it.
Faye and Simon turned a little pale.
"It's just a rental. They're just pretending."
Simon snorted coldly and spoke with disdain.
"Oh!"
The Quinn family instantly understood.
"Sean, do you believe that the Quinn family will kick you out after tonight?"
Simon walked forward slowly and looked condescendingly at Sean.
Sean glanced at Simon without speaking.
"Haha..."
Simon bent over slightly and leaned forward to look at Sean.
"Do you believe it?"
At such close quarters, the smell of smoke from Simon's mouth could even reach Sean's face.
The Quinn family sneered.
'A cripple like you would be at someone's mercy anyway, wouldn't you?'
"I'm asking you a question."
Simon leaned his face forward again, his face full of triumph.
Slap!
The next second, a crisp slap rang.
Everyone present was shocked.
Everyone in the Quinn family stared at it with their eyes widened.
Simon's body lurched sideways, his hand covering his face as he backed away.
Sean slowly withdrew his hand, looking indifferent.
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