“What are you going to do?” Dante began questioning. “What if the main major shareholder ends up being our enemy? What if we end up losing the company to a total stranger?”
“That will never happen. Dad, let's be positive. This isn't the time to cry over spilled milk,” Layla replied calmly, as if his words weren't worth worrying about.
Dante let go of his suitcase before he walked up to Layla, who was still confident in a moment like this.
“Then when is the time?” He asked angrily. “You ruin my big plan, yet you have the audacity to act as if nothing happened?”
Layla ruffled her hair frustratingly at his words. “What big plan? Come to think of it, have you ever had a big plan? You were always 'waiting for the right time'!”
Unable to contain the anger burning through him, Dante slapped
