Classy and Not Trashy

"As the saying goes, money cannot buy you a class. Look at you... Isn't it pathetic that you are arguing with a commoner like me?" Sofia raised her hand and combed the side of her hair. She took out her phone and glanced at the time.

She needed to point out to the man that their conversation was pointless. Arguing with a teenager that was not even half of his age was very unproductive for him. At the same time, she would not back down until he won't stop throwing a vicious gaze at her.

The man may have been quiet but the murderous expression on his face indicated that he wanted to put the lady in her place.

Sofia was too familiar with this kind of gaze. The one that meant to intimidate and declare authority.

'You want to put me in place? Hehe, I'd like to see you try and try,' Sofia commented in her mind.