Upon seeing the pair of father and daughter, Mr. Henderson's face darkened. He was already aware of the Smith situation.
"What are you two doing here?" Mr. Henderson asked gloomily. He blamed Rara and her father; if they hadn't clouded his judgment back then, Rora would have been his daughter-in-law by now, and they would have naturally owned all the Henderson properties.
The atmosphere grew tense. Rara and Mr. Smith's faces turned ugly at Mr. Henderson's tone.
"Richard, what's the matter? You don't seem to be in a good mood. Did something happen at the company?" Mr. Smith inquired, thinking it was only natural to speak that way if the company was having issues.
"What does the Henderson company have to do with you? Speak! What are you doing here?" Mr. Henderson reiterated gloomily.
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