Mark walked toward us with a kind smile on his face and his hands behind his back. Suddenly, I was at a loss for what to do. It was bad to talk about people behind their backs, and I was caught in the act.

 

“You’re here,” I mumbled without calling him Dad. That form of address was still too difficult for me.

 

“Mr. Goldstein.” Christopher stood beside me.

eyes were cold, and I could feel an invisible pressure exuding

next to Christopher, I did not dare to step back. If Mark was angry,

moved. Abruptly, I felt nervous because if there were

while, Mark burst out in laughter and remarked, “As expected of Gordon’s son.

still standing beside me, and a faint

 

there aren’t many young people who can carry themselves well like you. Most of them are impetuous.” Touching his chin, Mark pulled me to his side satisfyingly and said proudly, “As expected of my daughter. You’ve such a good taste

he would praise me at every chance he had. In the past few days, I had heard more

isn’t a good time to chat. Let’s find a time

 

a lot of things that I want to ask you too,” replied Christopher. The next moment, he asked casually, “Why didn’t I see

he’s in charge of many of my businesses, he doesn’t have time to attend even if he

did not expect Christopher to mention Wesley out of the blue. After the previous incident, although I was aware that Mark knew about it, we avoided the topic subconsciously because with my identity now, it would be appropriate to pursue

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