"Who is your target? Is it her? The woman in the pink dress?" asked the middle-aged man.
"Ah, Dad, you have good taste. You deserve to be my father. Haha, yes, that's who I like. Hehe, what do you think? My taste is not bad, right, Dad? Do you also like her?" Kayden then added in horror, "If this was something else, I'd allow it, but I won't let you have this one."
"I won't let you go. I'm telling you, stay away from her. If you mess with her, no one can save you. Our company will be finished because of you." The middle-aged man was furious. He slapped his son on the head.
"Why? Just because you like her, you don't allow me to date her? No, I can't accept it. At worst, we can compete fairly." Kayden was serious. He had never liked a girl as much as the one in front of him.
"F*ck you. Who the hell is competing with you? Do you know who she is?" The middle-aged man said angrily.