The restaurant was eerily quiet after the last guests left, the polished silverware glinting under the golden lights. Only three figures remained near the dining area, Miter, Kamila, and Kimberly Ashbrook, with Luan standing slightly behind her, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
Kimberly turned toward Miter, a look of incredulous disgust twisting her face. “You adopted her?”
Miter crossed his arms, his expression calm, steady, and unreadable. “Yes. Evelyn is my daughter now.”
Kimberly scoffed. “Trust me, you don’t want to be regarded as her father. Her father was our former driver turned blackmailer. He clawed his way into society by threatening my parents with secrets that should’ve died with him.”
Miter chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing slightly. “That’s not news to me, Miss Ashbr
