My dad's expression changed instantly. He hadn't expected her to be so bold. He quickly shot her a look. "Got it. I know. Uh... Assistant Green, go ahead and entertain the guests for now."
I let out a chuckle—so my dad was quite good at improvising.
"Mr. Jones, if you have things to handle, go ahead. We can talk about our matters another time." I stood up, ready to leave.
"Don't go, Gloria," my dad said, flustered, grabbing my arm.
I glanced over at the private room where the mistress had emerged. The table was laden with delicacies, a stark contrast to the plain dishes in front of me.
I thought to myself, I really shouldn't have come today. Shaking off his hand, I walked straight toward the door.
"Gloria Jones! If you walk out that door today, don't bother calling me dad again!"
I let him shout. I had long stopped wanting to call him dad.
"Fine! Your mom won't answer my calls, huh? Then I'll call your grandfather!"
The moment I heard that, my heart sank, and I immediately turned to stop him—but it was too late.
"Dad, tell Olivia to stop acting. She won't pick up. Fine. We'll go to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow!"