Jackson tapped his finger impatiently on the table as he eyed his daughter with a suspicious look. What kind of sick stunt is she trying to plot again this time? Her daughter is always full of surprises, and it scares him sometimes.
“I’m growing old here waiting for you, Cassandra…” he finally said, encouraging her to speak up.
“Keith just appeared to be coming at the wrong timing,” she replied, avoiding his gaze. His brows knitted into one as he couldn’t understand a thing she says.
“What wrong timing? Can you be more specific?” he asked her back, starting to get pissed.
She wanted to cry so bad at this point. There’s no way she tells him without making her the bad person here. She’s the one to blame from the very beginning for acting like a real b***h.
The phone on his desk sud
