"Lilian Parker is not qualified to be the President's wife of the Coopers, and who is? Lana Parker? It's a pity, she's in prison right now."
The deep and sweet voice was tainted with a hint of raspiness from nicotine, clearly carrying a hint of laughter, but the thin frost in those eyes was chilling.
Harrison Forest silently put on his coat that had been hanging over the chair.
On the other side, Julian Cooper was already furious, roaring, "You just can't forget that woman with the last name Foster, can you? Did you pick a fight with me for her sake?"
The thin frost in the man's eyes turned into ice stubble, and he sneered coldly, "Did I ever mention her? It's you, Father, who keeps bringing her up from time to time. Do you regret breaking us up? Or is there something bothering you, so you can't forget her?"
"You... you bastard!"
Daniel Cooper held the phone that hung up, the smile on his face instantly vanished completely.
