Chapter 67: The Big Shot Looked Like Tacito

Old Mr. Smith's voice was filled with frustration, a tone that carried the weight of disappointment over the lack of success among the younger generation of the Smith family.

Hearing this, Nico and the others felt a deep sense of shame. Compared to Mr. Temple, who was spoken of in reverence, they felt insignificant, like ants in his shadow.

"Old Mr. Smith, isn't there someone in the Smith family with the surname Temple?" the aunt suddenly interjected, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Oh?

Old...