"And what about what belongs to God? Just get lost, Jeff… you don't even have a surname, poor thing, I forgot. He is afraid to go back to the slums. You know, money can take a guy out of the slums, but will never take the slums out of the guy, that is your case right now, sorry ass!" Mrs Smith mocked.

"Charlotte, don't push me! You know me, you know what I am capable of…" he boiled.

Mrs Smith matched up to him and thrust a finger unto his chest, "yes, I know you and your little history of constantly breaking the law. But do you know me? Do...