Chapter 32. An Awful Dream

Klaud widened his eyes. He recognized the man's back, his voice, and his stance. "Fa--father!"

"I know what you have done,"

"Wh--what are you talking about, father? Why are you even here?"

Chris Anderson slightly tilted his head, took a cigar from his pocket, and lit the tip of it.

He blew up, put his hands inside, "Who's that girl sleeping next to you?" He turned around, faced Klaud narrowing his eyes. He wanted to be frank and merciless to avoid future problems. But Klaud acted like a different one.

"How did you know about her? Ashley must have told you everything, I am right?" He said, smirked, and looked at him coldly. "She knows that I don't like her at all! And I don't even want to see her face,"

"But I told you about this before! I am warning you, Klaud... Tell that cheap woman to let you go and if she needs money, I will give everything she want. Just leave you alone!"

Chris made a promise to the Winston. His son was destined to marr