Graham Ford's deep-set features were tinged with a profound coolness, and his almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly.
With just one look, he was strikingly cold, clearly conveying through his gaze his rejection of her approach.
Miranda Dalton's heart trembled; she had never seen her father look at her like this, not ever.
Feeling very aggrieved, tears she had been holding back instantly burst forth, and she spoke pitifully, "Dad, they all say that you don't want me anymore."
As she continued speaking, she broke down in tears.
"Who said that?"
Miranda Dalton looked at him cautiously, as if seeing hope, gently biting her lip, "Tiana Thorne."
Graham Ford withdrew his gaze, coldly brushing past her.
There was a breeze around him; it was clearly autumn, yet at this moment, it felt piercingly cold, stabbing her heart and making her shiver.
Then, he walked over to Tiana Thorne: "Well said, I've prepared a prize for you."
