“It’s you again? What the hell do you want? Get lost!” Erica swore in exasperation.
Just then, the man got up and suddenly approached her. After studying her face with probing eyes, he finally saw the mole on her cheek, upon which he laughed happily like a fool.
“What the hell are you looking at? F*ck off! Get in my way again and I’ll run you over!” Erica snapped with a snort.
The man gave a sigh, as if to lament about something. “Did Naomi teach you to conduct yourself like this? Well, thats understandable. Your mom is such a person, after all. One can’t expect her to teach you to be good.”
“What nonsense are you talking about? And what did you call my mom? Naomi? Who gave you the right to call her on al first-name basis?” Erica only assumed the man to be a former friend of Naomi. But
what makes him think he can come asking for Mom right now? He looks so ignoble and disgusting. He’s got to be up to something.
“What’s your name? Do you know what your father’s name is?”
I’m Erica Tillman. My dad is Francis Tillman.” Erica proudly told the man Francis’ name.
Upon hearing her words, the man gave a wry laugh right away. Francis Tillman isn’t your father.”
The smug look on Erica’s face instantly vanished. She and Naomi were the only ones who knew that she wasn’t Francis daughter. How did the man know that? “What bullsh*t are you talking about? Im warning you, cut that nonsense!”
However, the man said again, “You’re not Francis’ daughter.”
Erica’s face instantly paled with horror.
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