บท 436: Chapter Four Hundred And thirty-six: The Vincent-3

The third point of view:

"Father,"

The instant their eyes met, sparks flew. Everyone could see the imaginary electricity crackling between their faze. None of them were willing to bow.

Her father was still the same; stubborn and unyielding. But so was she - at least acquired over the years. Today, no one would intimidate her, she was ready for all.

"Who is he?" was his question, which sounded more like an order.

"My Fiancé, got any problem with that?" her tone suggested a brewing war. Cecil was definitely not here to sulk up to her father. She feared him. No longer.

At the mention of "Fiancé," Emerald noticed the way Fernandez blanched - he was thrown off by the revelation. He didn't expect that.