Dodi smiled broadly. In his hands now the pile of money was. Living comfortably with the money from selling his daughter immediately excited him. Moreover, he still had many debts to pay if he wanted to survive.
"I received the money, thank you...."
Amelia looked at him sharply, she cursed her father's actions and promised that she would never again acknowledge that damn man as her father. "Did you? Then hurry up and leave."
"Gosh, I can't wait... when are you guys getting married? Should Daddy come to bless—"
"No! Never again appear before us," interrupted Robi.
Dodi nodded slowly. After all, there are other ways to make money—he thought. "Okay, then I'll say goodbye."
Dodi got up from his seat, then walked away with a whistling sound that made Amelia even more irritated. She is not an object, but her father treats her that way.
