Damon’s cold voice echoed in the room, questioning the media about invading our privacy.
“How do you know I was here, Mrs. Priscilla?” I could see her losing her composure, confused and unable to respond.
Damon’s phone rang, and he quickly said, “Contact the media management. All these workers should be fired.”
I felt goosebumps as I realized this guy was no ordinary person; he had the power to fire a whole media team. With no time to think, I quickly dressed and bolted from the room.
As soon as I entered the gray mansion my father seethed with anger as he focused on the television. The screen showed me wrapped in a blanket, the caption reading:
"THE DAUGHTER OF JOHN GRAY CAUGHT IN A MAN'S BED - who she claimed to be his fiancée." I felt a rush of panic as I entered the room, knowing the storm that awaited me.
"You… you dare to ruin our family reputation? I have lost their collaboration just after this scandal!" he shouted, slamming his hand on the table.
I crossed my arms, standing my ground. "Why don't you ask your wife and daughter what they were doing in the room?"
"Clara, don't try to turn the tables. You seem to have grown a lot of wings these past years."
"Mr. Walter, I have mentioned time after time that my mother's company had nothing to do with you. As for your company’s loss, I promise to sort things out sooner.”
“Mr. Walter? Clara, is this a way of addressing your father?”
“Ohhh, my bad! That sure isn't the address for my beloved father who has left me stranded in Europe,” I shot back sarcastically.
“Clara!!!”
“I’m standing right here, Mr. Walter. You don’t have to scream,”
“I’ve had enough of your sarcasm! You can’t be a simple sweet child like your elder sister—you…”
“Step-sister, you mean,”
Our conversation was interrupted by the broadcaster who had just mentioned the loss of business collaborations affecting the Gray Business Enterprise. In a fit of rage, my father smashed the television.
“CLARA!!!!!!!!!!!” he roared, looking furious.
“Dad, I promise to…”
"You better fix this immediately or else,I would smash it down just like I did to the TV!”
"Is this a threat?" I asked while raising a brow.
"You should go back to Europe; you and Mum have always been a headache."
"Ohhh, I see." I felt really disappointed. So in my father's eyes we had always been a headache to him.
"Only when I see your fiancé and a marriage certificate would I give you back the company,”