He didn’t recognize Luisa either and asked bluntly, “Who are you?”
Luisa’s lips curled into a scornful sneer.
“It seems you both have quite fleeting memories.
Weren’t you just talking about how you plotted to sell me off for some cash? And now, you don’t even recall my face.
”
Shoving Demi to the side, Coen’s eyes stretched wide with shock as he inspected Luisa from top to bottom multiple times.
“Are you… Luisa? Really?”
A year earlier, he had masked a sinister n as a father-daughter trip to Eurfrica.
During the journey, he seized the chance to connect with traffickers and sold her outright.
Back then, Luisa was gaunt and underfed, and her skin had a sickly tint.
Only her bright, innocent eyes stood out on her otherwise frail appearance.
But the girl standing before him now was a stark contrast to the girl he remembered.
Her figure was graceful, her skin was radiant, and she was dressed head to toe in designer attire.
She looked Like she had beenpletely transformed.
Demi and Coen exchanged puzzled nces for a while.
Then they began to recognize familiar traits beneath Luisa’s polished exterior.
Coen shed a grin, unable to hide his surprise.
“Well, I never expected that a year away would turn my little Luisa into such a beauty.
Did you find yourself a wealthy family?”
Demi, skeptical and a bit bitter, chimed in with a sharp tone, “ALL these fancy clothes must be knock-offs, right? Else, how did you manage to afford them?”
Luisa shot a cool nce at her spiteful stepmother, choosing not to engage further in a petty squabble over money.
She responded with a cold, straightforward demeanor, “I came to tell you that I’m getting engaged.
I’ve chosen someone myself, and I’m here to say that I am cutting off all ties with you as a daughter, Coen.
”
“Getting engaged?”
As Luisa mentioned ending their rtionship, Coen’s expression turned sour.
“Marriage is serious business.
How can you just pick someone by yourself? Don’t assume that dressing up in fake luxury wears makes you ady of high society.
Our family is drowning in gambling debts.
Now that you’re back, you should be thinking about how to help us settle these debts.
”
Luisa sneered coldly, “We haven’t seen each other for a year, and the first thing you do is rave about money.
You don’t even know how to make it yourself; all you know how to do is squander it.Têxt ? N?velDrama.Org.
Coen, you should go live under the bridge and remain wretched for the rest of your life.
”
Coen’s temper red.
He still saw Luisa as thepliant and sweet girl who used to call him “Daddy” with a smile on her face.
Assuming a threatening paternal stance, he barked at her, “Now you’re talking back to me, Luisa? I’m still your father, and you will obey me.
Step out of line, and I won’t hesitate to beat you up and put you in your ce!”
His hand shot up, poised to strike Luisa across her wless face.
But the moment he swung his hand, his wrist was seized by a firm, strong grip.
The force was so strong that his wrist almost snapped.
Grimacing in pain and breaking out in a cold sweat, Coen turned to see the man who had materialized next to Luisa.
The man red, his face a mask of vicious fury.
His skin was slightly tan, and his features were ruggedly handsome.
He had a righteous air about him that instantly made it clear he was no ordinary person.
Coen grimaced at the pain in his wrist.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“I am simply exercising my right and responsibility to discipline my daughter.
What business is it of yours?”
Seeing that her husband was at a disadvantage, Demi quickly stepped forward in his defense.
“Let go of my husband, right this instant! How dare youe into our home and hit the man of the house? Who do you think you are? Let go of him, or I shall call the police and have you arrested!”
Sonny scoffed and shed them a disdainful smirk.
“You don’t have to do that.
I am the police.
”
Demi and Coen exchanged a horrified nce.