Chapter 7 Hate That She Sullied His Gaze

There were only two people in the booth.

Byron scanned the booth once before his gaze finally landed on his daughter.

The little girl was feeling wronged after Rosalie upped and left all of a sudden just now but seeing her own daddy now, not only was she fearful, she even sunk her head grumpily.

Byron’s gaze sunk slightly.

“Little lady, are you all right?”

Both father and daughter were sullen, and this was where Luther, the assistant came in handy.

The little girl glanced at him and turned away angrily, ignoring him.

Luther scrutinized her carefully. Noting that she was safe and sound, he was relieved and turned back to report to Byron.

Byron nodded and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the woman sitting next to his daughter.

When their gazes met, Mary’s heart constricted and pinched the palm of her hand, only then did she manage to keep her expression steady.

“Where is Rosalie?”

Byron glanced over Mary’s face. Seeing her clearly, his expression sank slightly.

He recognized Rosalie!

Mary was shocked on behalf of her best friend and was glad that she got away in time.

The man was so imposing that she found it a little tough to breathe.

who

what you’re talking about! Who are you people? Why didn’t you knock

her best acting skills to use. She hugged the girl into

frowned. “The one in your arms is my daughter. Were you the one who called

moment, steeling herself, she said,

expressionlessly and his eyes slowly swept through every detail in the

in front of him was similar to the

not fool

had obviously been

cutleries on the table but the third seat next to them

would not make such a mistake,

to the portion that

around the compartment and then landed

inexplicably at his

his assistant for his mobile phone. His bony fingers swiped twice on the screen, and then he looked up

that Rosalie had left

sound. She lowered her head and pretended to look at the caller ID. After a few seconds, she raised

helped her to the ground before nudging her in

brow raised slightly, and he took two steps to the

was about to breathe a sigh of relief,

a tableful of

at the table casually and his tone

Mary, “…”

not is of no concern to you. I

ready to dig

of the

Mary almost suffocated.

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