Chapter 8

So it turns out he was Scarlett's father, Quint.

Back in college, Scarlett had applied for financial aid because her father wouldn't give her money for living expenses or tuition.

Now it was clear that money was all Scarlett's father cared about.

"I have no relationship with your daughter, sir. If you continue to spread these rumors, I'll have my lawyer speak with you!"

Hearing this, Quint immediately stood up. His dark hand grabbed the hem of my father's coat, preventing him from leaving.

"Well, well, you rich folks always play this game, huh? How about you zip up your pants before pretending not to know someone!"

Because we were close to the office, a crowd was starting to gather around us.

Just then, Scarlett came running from somewhere.

"Dad, what are you doing?!"

Scarlett tried to pull Quint away, but he seemed welded to the ground, not budging an inch.

Scarlett looked at my father apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Myerson. I'll get my dad out of here right away!"