Amelia was still on her way back to the company when the secretary called again.
"President Norton, where are you? That person is yelling loudly in the store, calling out your old name. We don't know what to do!"
Amelia's expression darkened. "If it really doesn't work, just have security throw him out!"
"We want to, but he… he claims that he's your father—so we… we didn't dare to act rashly in case he gets hurt or something—"
Before the secretary could finish, Amelia's face showed a hint of shock. "What did you say? He says he's my father?"
"That's what he claims…"
"Alright, I understand. Invite him to the company and have him wait for me there."
"Understood."
After hanging up, Amelia's expression turned visibly troubled and grim.
How could she forget? She still had a heartless, cruel father.
So many years without contact, and now he suddenly shows up—he couldn't possibly mean well.