“Seriously?” Sandy laughed as if she’d just heard the funniest joke. She stormed up to Bea and delivered a sharp slap across her face, leaving Bea utterly stunned.
Sandy sneered, “This place belongs to the Pollard family. Everything my daddy owns is mine! And you think you can be disrespectful to me? You seriously think my daddy would side with you? Let me tell you, I’m his favorite daughter! My mommy is the love of his life! He would never go for an old hag like you!”
The room fell silent the moment Sandy’s words echoed through. It wasn’t so much the shock of her words but the fact that she had unknowingly summoned Caelum.
Caelum stepped out of the elevator, looking remarkably fit for someone pushing seventy. His hair was probably dyed jet-black, and he stood tall, hinting at his handsome younger days.
Seeing Caelum, Sophie couldn’t help but smile. Sandy had managed to drag Caelum out of his seclusion.
After all, Caelum had been keeping a low profile for years, only showing up to deal with his daughter’s messes.
“What’s all this ruckus?” Caelum’s voice carried an authoritative edge, though it was laced with a touch of indulgence.
From her corner, Sophie watched, realizing just how much Caelum adored Sandy. Despite Sandy’s outrageous behavior, Caelum couldn’t bring himself to scold her.
“Daddy!” Sandy clung to Caelum’s arm, whining, “It’s all because of this welcome party you insisted on! I don’t like it at all!”
“Alright, alright, if you don’t like it, we won’t have it,” Caelum said, turning to his secretary. “Cancel the banquet and take Sandy to the Minton estate.”
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