"I've been holding back from revealing this matter when you were confronting me a while ago, but your father, me, I have a bad temper. Annoy me too much and I might just spill the beans." Samuel Richardson smirked, appearing like a wicked devil in Emma Smith's eyes.
"What do you want after, all?" Emma Smith was impatient, a murderous look appeared in her eyes.
From kidnapping her mother and grandmother to publicly revealing her identity, Samuel Richardson made it clear he was putting pressure on her.
"How could you speak like that, child? Have I not made myself clear? I'm just hoping you will take on the identity of 'Red Rose' again. After all, your sister is gone. I only have you now." Samuel Richardson sighed. "I have no heirs. Everything will be yours anyway after I die. Helping me now would be helping yourself."
"I don't want to be Red Rose." Emma Smith retorted coldly.
'Red Rose' was her life's disgrace.
