An imposing old man in a custom-made, fine silk suit stood in the doorway.
When his gaze locked on Mom and me, his pupils blew wide with shock. "Richard! You lowlife piece of trash, how dare you lay a finger on my daughter!"
For a split second, the entire venue went dead silent. Every pair of eyes in the room flicked between Mom and Grandpa, zeroing in on how their features were a near-perfect match, and a collective sharp gasp rippled through the crowd.
"No way… they actually look kind of alike."
"That's Arthur Garrick, the richest man alive! Did he just say… that crazy woman is his daughter?"
"If Elena really is his daughter, there's no way she's a gold digger!"
Rosalie's face drained of color in an instant, pale as a sheet, like she'd just been struck by lightning.
Richard stare
