Chapter 7 - The Billionaire Patriarch Steps Out Of The Black Car
Robert adjusted his dark silk tie, his steely gray eyes scanning the ruined wedding reception with cold, calculating intensity.
He walked past the stunning white floral arrangements without a single glance, his focus locked entirely on his daughter Clara.
“Are you unharmed, sweetheart? Did anyone lay a hand on you or my grandchild?” Robert asked, his voice softening instantly when he reached her.
“I’m safe, Dad, but they thought they could humiliate me and steal my future right under your nose,” Clara replied firmly.
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Robert turned slowly, his gaze shifting from Clara to Brandon like a predator locking onto a cornered, helpless animal.
“Brandon... you pathetic coward. You swore to protect my daughter, and instead, you invited your mistress to ruin her special day?” Robert demanded.
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