“What can I do for you, sir?” Drake said with a smile as he greeted the young man. He searched his memory, but he couldn’t seem to remember or know such a figure.
“This is our Young Master. His family name is Weiss, so you may call him Young Master Weiss,” Arthur’s bodyguard replied in a deep voice.
Drake carefully searched his memory again for a family surnamed Weiss, but nothing came to mind. He couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Weiss, may I know who your father is?”
“You’re not qualified to know that,” Arthur replied impassively.
Drake was rendered speechless for a moment. I’ve never seen such an arrogant young man before, he thought. Holding back his temper, he asked, “In that case, Young Master Weiss, what makes you
come to me at this time of night?”
Arthur darted his eyes toward the couple.
“Your daughter has stolen my family heirloom, so I’m here to look for her. “What? You mean Sophia has stolen from
you? That’s impossible! Sophia never
steals from anyone,” Emma immediately
retorted for Sophia’s sake.
“Your daughter has stolen Young Master Weiss’ priceless family heirloom in a bar. Please return it immediately,” Arthur’s bodyguard replied.
Drake thought this was impossible, though. “This has got to be a misunderstanding, or you guys must’ve gotten the wrong person. My daughter isn’t in the country. She went abroad a month ago.”
The bodyguard produced an iPad and handed it to the couple. “Is this your daughter?”
Emma immediately took the iPad to confirm it, and sure enough, she recognized Sophia at a glance despite the latter’s heavy makeup. “What’s wrong with Sophia? It’s indeed my daughter in
the video, but she won’t steal anything
“Where is she?” Arthur asked, narrowing his glacial eyes.
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