Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 12

With the crowd gone, Sean dropped the pretense of civility. “From this day on, we’ll act as if we never raised you. We’ll go our separate ways!”

Rosalind didn't deign to reply, tired of dealing with this family.

Horace, who had arrived on his electric scooter looking for her, was not pleased. He parked his scooter and frowned. “Sir, what’s with your tone? That's no way to speak to…Rosalind.”

Cure-Master Martinez had always been discreet, insisting they call her Rosalind whenever they were outside their gated community.

Horace had almost let her title slip.

Sean misunderstood. He glanced at Horace and his scooter. “Is this your real dad? Showing up on a broken-down scooter?”

He couldn’t even afford a car. No wonder Rosalind had become so classless.

What a joke, these hicks from the boonies, dressed so shabbily.

Sean’s disdain was palpable.

Horace, however, was still processing the comment.

Him? Cure-Master’s real dad?

Horace’s eyes widened. He wished he could be her father, but he wasn’t worthy. If his own son had half of Cure-Master's talent, he’d die a happy man!

Ignoring Horace's reaction, Sean scoffed and turned away, signaling for the security guard. It was beneath him to argue with a commoner; it would tarnish his image!

The guard bowed and scraped as he held the door for Sean. Once Sean was inside the lobby, the guard turned to Rosalind and Horace, his voice dripping with arrogance. “What are you looking at? I told you before, this isn’t a place for people like you. Why are you still trying to force your way in?”

Horace chuckled in disbelief. He flashed his work ID: a government official.

Even an uneducated guard could recognize the insignia. The guard's knees went weak. “Sir… I-I didn’t know you were an official. I’ll just…”

Horace glanced sideways. “As a flagship hotel in this city, the Caesar Hotel should be up for an inspection.”

Those words sent a cold sweat down the guard's back. “Sir, I…”

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