Kendrix was delighted, amused that she was surprised. "It's not surprising for a shrewd man like your father to figure it out."
"It sounds like you have great admiration for my dad." Sylvia had already taken off her jacket, lying on her stomach on the bed as they talked. Her voice was full of sweetness, without any trace of the previous depression.
"You may be unclear how preeminent your dad is as a businessman in Northern City." Kendrix's voice came from the other end of the line. "But I think someone with great achievements like him isn't simple."
"I don't see that side of him." Sylvia remarked, "What I see is his benign side."
Stumped, Kendrix, of course, understood where she was coming from.
This girl was the apple of Heinz's eye, the one and only little princess of the Jones family, and she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Heinz would definitely show his kindest side in front of her.
If Kendrix had a daughter, he would have the heart to be strict with her too.