"Daddy! How can you let this happen to me?" Daniella groaned.
Benedict Jones shook his head, sipping his $2 million exorbitant-vodka poured in an overly pricey glass, especially squeezed in his grapevines, only meant for billionaires like him.
"How could you let that happen to us? We have a reputation!" Benedict threw his glass with rage. Did he think the glass made of paper or something? Anne wondered.
The sound of the breaking of the glass frazzled Daniella. She cringed as her mother, Anne, scoffed. How many sets Benedict was going to destroy over such trivial things!
"What did I do?" Daniella cried, her eyes red with tears dripping out like a source of spring.
"You went for that playboy. Didn't I and your mother not asked you not to pursue that charmer? What were you expecting f
