Cheyenne immediately furrowed her brows. She didn't expect the person in front of her to be one of the Taylors, one of the four major families in Orange County.
Charlotte also understood the lewd meaning in Scott's words, and she immediately hollered furiously, "Fatso! What nonsense are you babbling?! Even if you are the developer, this house has been sold to my brother-in-law. He now owns this place. It's his private property! Hurry up and scram!"
When Scott heard the word 'fatso', he immediately flew into a rage. The fat on his face trembled as he glared at Charlotte menacingly. "Bitch! I dare you to say that again!"
Scott was short and fat like a ball, and the fat on his face was all scrunched up and squeezed together, making him look particularly hideous. He hated being called fat and being insulted because of his weight. Whenever that happened, he would blow a gasket.