"D-dad?"
Fred didn't speak at all, his gaze was intense and hateful. He walked closer to Kalea, and just as she was about to run away from him, Fred grabbed her by the arm and pushed her hard enough against the car door.
"W-what do you want, Dad? Le-let me go!" Kalea shouted, struggling to get away from her biological father.
"You, what's your relationship with Arthur Jefferson? Because of you, I was fired from my job! What did you say to him, huh?" Fred growled and pointed at Kalea's face, still trying to hold back his anger because they were in a public room even though it was quiet, but no one knew if someone suddenly saw Fred treating the young girl rudely.
Kalea frowned, not understanding what her father was talking about. Did his sugar daddy do anything without talking about it first? "I don't understand what you mean, Dad," Kalea answered honestly, shaking her head.
