"Dad."
Nora Fatehi glanced at her sleeping daughter and stepped out onto the balcony.
Soon, her father's furious voice came through the phone. "You've made a mess of everything, and you don't even call? Do you still consider me your father?"
Nora Fatehi said, "I didn't want to worry you."
Jorah snorted heavily. "If you didn't want to worry me, then why are you fighting against Nicholas Taylor? Have you thought about what this means for the Fatehi family? Our business depends on the Taylor Group—surely you know that?"
She stayed silent. Over the years, Nicholas Taylor had indeed done a lot for the Fatehi family. The reason Jorah was so furious now was clearly because Nicholas Taylor had threatened him.
"Answer me."
"The Fatehi family has made a decent profit these past few years, Dad
