Following a knock on the door, Bethany’s coy voice was heard on the


    other side. “Are you there, Dad?”


    “Come in.”


    The door swung open, and Bethany entered with a tray in hand.


    “I''m sorry to cause you problems today, Dad. | brought your favorite fruits and snacks. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”


    Bethany ced the fruit tter on the table and drew close to give Gregory a hug and seek attention like always. Gregory would


    find it hard to stay mad at her when she showed a hunger for his approval.


    To her dismay, Gregory raised his arm to stop her. “I hope this is thest time you behave in a manner unbing of your


    status.


    “You are part of the Salvador family, and that doesn’t give you the right to boss others around simply because you have money.


    You manners define who you are. Otherwise, you''re no different from a


    ssless boor.”


    Bethany’s arms were suspended awkwardly in the air as sheughed


    dryly. “Yes, Dad. | won''t do it again.”


    Gregory said nothing, nor did he touch the food she brought him.


    “Dad, the horse race is in a few days. You mentioned that | looked good in that riding gear before, so | had one made for you in


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    Seeing that Gregory was still fuming, Bethany tried to please him.


    “Bethany, you should sit the horse race out,” Gregory said indifferently.


    “What?”


    Bethany stamped her foot. “Why aren’t you taking me? You always take me to the annual horse race.”


    “It''s not happening this year.”


    “Why?”


    Bethany made a face in desperation, “All the important and influential heiresses and socialites will be there. You must take me!”


    “I''ll be taking Carrie instead.” Gregory lowered his gaze, refusing to


    look at her.


    “How could you?” Bethany’s head was buzzing.


    “Why not? Carrie is my daughter, too. She’s part of the Salvador


    family too.”


    Gregory finally met her gaze, his eyes colder than before. “Besides, you’ve attended the horse race for years. It’s time to give


    your social


    life a rest. Carrie hasn’t been to one before, and many in the city don’t


    recognize her.


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    “What? By the look on your face, you don’t seem pleased.”


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    “Don’t worry about that. Mr. Hoffman will take good care of her.”


    Despite her rage, Bethany did not say a word.


    “You can leave now. | need to get back to work.”


    Bethany went as white as a sheet. She only grimaced in resentment


    when she turned her back toward her father.