Tiffany Mamet's eyes welled with grievance as she looked towards Gem Atkinson.
At this moment, Daniel Atkinson also exclaimed, "So it turns out you are the daughter of the President, Miss Mamet. Back then when you were at Atkinson Manor, we must have neglected you, terribly sorry for that."
"Uncle, you..." You really didn't know I am the President's daughter? Tiffany's voice caught again, and she forced a smile, "You don't have to be so polite, Uncle. I am the younger one, and whether I'm the President's daughter or not, I'm just Tiffany Mamet."
"Mm, good, very good. Truly a young lady of good upbringing. Ah, I remember looking at you last year and you weren't married yet. But looking at you now, are good tidings on the way?"
