25 ~Hellbound~

Obin locked his gaze on her. He thought, 'She is, therefore, Robert's daughter. It turns out that the rumors are true. Her beauty is incomparable.' Obin sighed and cleared his throat. "Mr. Robert, I'd like to ask you a question. When will you return our money?"

"Money? Dad, what is he saying?" I asked.

"It's nothing, baby. Go to your room," Dad said.

I stared at him, and he stared back. I thought, 'What exactly is going on with Dad? Who is he, exactly? What about the money they're discussing?' I dashed up the stairwell to my second-floor room.

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"Mr. Obin, please have a seat," Robert said.

"I'm not here to talk with you, Mr. Robert. Return our money or come with me," Obin said.

"What? What exactly do you mean by that?" Anne worriedly questioned Obin.

"Why are you so impatient, Mrs. D'Souza?" Obin inquired.

"My boss just likes to speak with him," Obin said, looking at Robert, "so come with me, Mr. D'Souza."