Anston rose from his seat and grabbed his daughter's shoulder for a grip.
"Don't worry about it much, you might be tired. Let's just have lunch, after that you should rest." Anston said, grabbing his wallet and leading Margaretha along.
"But, Daddy! It's real, why can't Daddy believe me?"
Anston didn't answer, he just sighed and took Margaretha outside. When he entered the elevator, he just looked at his daughter who looked disheveled.
"You don't think too much about it all, because sometimes there are people who believe that. But actually, that's not true. You understand?" he said making Margaretha frown.
"Why are people so able to enter our company? Daddy, if possible don't let him be here. Even though he's helped me several times, he looks mysterious. I'm scared, Daddy ..." Marga
