"I..."
Daisy opened her mouth, trying to say sothing, but the words got stuck in her throat.
This strange turn of events—who else could co up with sothing like this?
Only her mom could blurt it out so casually.
At this point, she was starting to doubt herself. Had she been accidentally exposed to sothing like this back in the day too?
"Daisy, listen to your mom," Sofia began earnestly. "There are so things you’re still too young to understand. Let’s not even talk about Veil’s looks—there are hardly any young n in all of Veyport City who could even hold a candle to him.
And his background? Please! Not just in Veyport City—soone like him would still be a major player in a city as complicated and powerful as Luxhaven!
The one thing you’re proud of is being a Falkner, right? Sure, our family is wealthy and influential—but only when compared to ordinary folks. In front of the Lancaster family, the Falkners are nothing—not even the size of a fingernail!
And you? Hah... do you think I, your mother, don’t know you well enough?
You’re not even close to being a match for soone like Veil. We should be thankful that this boy must be blind to have fallen for you. If you don’t hold on to this chance with both hands, the mont his vision clears up, he’s going to kick you aside—so fast you won’t even have ti to cry!"
Sofia’s words were sincere but ruthless. The mont she laid eyes on Veil, she had been absolutely delighted.
If he were from an ordinary family, maybe her daughter would’ve stood a chance.
But now that they knew Veil’s true background? How could the Falkners even dream of climbing that high?
Forget Daisy—even if she herself were ten years younger, she still wouldn’t be able to hold on to a man like that!
The water in this pool... it ran too deep.
If the two of them jumped in together, they’d probably drown without a trace.
"Mom, am I really your biological daughter?" Daisy muttered bitterly, feeling tears sting at the corners of her eyes.
She glanced at Veil. He was smiling.
And that just made her even angrier.
At first, she was grateful that he stepped in to help. But now? Her heart ached.
Her own mother had just roasted her alive in front of everyone. That was brutal.
"You two whispering over there like I don’t exist?" Ella barked, looking like a complete shrew. "Let tell you, this isn’t over! You think you can slap the Hunt family in the face and walk away?! Just wait and see!"
Right at that mont, a knock ca at the door.
A middle-aged man in a suit stepped in, his brows tightly furrowed and his expression sour. His eyes swept across his wife and son, then landed on Sofia. A brief flash of astonishnt passed through them—then ca the interrogation.
"So you’re Sofia?" he asked, his voice sharp. "What’s going on here today? You’re the one who arranged this blind date, but now your daughter’s got so boyfriend waiting outside? Are you people just trying to stir up trouble?"
Sofia, ever the clever one, had no interest in getting dragged into petty argunts. She calmly deflected, "Sir, I’ll admit this was our fault, and if an apology is needed, we’re willing to give one.
But your wife publicly insulted my daughter’s boyfriend, calling him all sorts of indecent things. Isn’t that a bit too much?
Even if he were just an ordinary man, does he deserve that kind of slander?"
Ella snorted, her expression sour. "He is indecent! Dating soone like your daughter, a girl who’s had an abortion? And you expect to believe he’s so kind of decent guy?!"
Her anger was boiling over. Even if her husband had played it subtle, she knew him far too well—they both understood each other’s little gas.
Sofia and her daughter? Total seductresses, both of them!
The middle-aged man finally looked at Veil—and just as he was about to speak, Veil cut in first with a cold smirk.
"Mr. Roroh, your wife sure knows how to throw her weight around, doesn’t she?"
Just one sentence. No self-introduction. Nothing else.
Mr. Roroh’s expression instantly changed. His pupils shrank in shock. Fear overtook his face.
That voice—he knew it all too well!
It was Veil. The direct heir of the Lancaster family in Luxhaven City!
Not long ago, he had asked Veil for a favor, and Veil had arranged for the Deputy Bureau Chief of Veyport City to conduct a covert inspection.
Back then, he was sure his promotion was practically guaranteed.
But now, with just a few words from his wife, all of that was about to be flushed down the drain.
"You..."
Ella suddenly felt sothing was off. She had been ready to curse Veil out again, but the words died in her throat.
Her husband didn’t give her a chance.
With a thunderous slap, he struck her across the face.
"You wretched woman! Do you even know what nonsense you just spewed?! Apologize to Young Master Veil now!
You dare insult soone like him? You’re the most useless one here! Did you hear ?! APOLOGIZE!"
At ho, Ella usually had the upper hand. But when it ca to serious matters, she didn’t dare argue back.
The last ti her husband had been this furious was when she’d offended his father.
And now, the young man she had just insulted... was just as important to her husband as his father?!
Hiss...
Ella felt a chill shoot down her spine. She hurried forward, bowed low, and stamred in fear, "Young Master Veil, I... I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize who you were. Please, I beg you—don’t hold a grudge against a foolish woman like ..."
Her posture was humiliatingly low. She kept glancing at her husband, who still looked furious, and she had no choice but to bow her head even lower.
Veil let out a cold snort, saying nothing, and turned his gaze toward Sofia.
You speak to people differently depending on who they are.
In front of soone like Mr. Roroh, Veil knew exactly what image to project.
By all accounts, a man in Mr. Roroh’s position shouldn’t have slapped his own wife so harshly.
But he did.
Why?
Because in his eyes, Veil wasn’t just a powerful figure—he was a spoiled, dangerous, untouchable young master with a terrifying background.
And if you were going to play the role of a scoundrel... you had to really lean into it.
If soone could just say "sorry" and get away with it, what kind of scoundrel would that be?
So now was the perfect mont—to give Sofia the face she deserved.
"Sofia, I’m sorry," Ella said, practically in tears. "I didn’t an it, I was just angry. You’re beautiful and kind—please, help talk to Young Master Veil. Help get his forgiveness. I swear I won’t dare make the sa mistake again..."
She was practically groveling. Her grudge against Veil had never been about Veil himself—it was all because she couldn’t stand Sofia, that shaless vixen.
But now, she’d kicked an iron wall. There was no choice but to lower her head and beg.
Sofia, on the other hand, was feeling absolutely glorious.
The more she looked at Veil, the more she liked him.
If this man really beca her son-in-law one day, wouldn’t that be incredible?
If only her daughter could live up to expectations...
With a son-in-law like Veil, who would ever dare call her so nouveau riche again?
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