George couldn't help but agree with his assistant. "You are right."
"I'll go and ask the legal team to look into the documents."
"Mike—" George stopped him.
"Yes sir?"
"How did you find out about the dispute between the Fedricks and the Andersons?" Though he had heard the two families were not in talking terms, he did not know the exact reason.
"Well, when Damien Anderson returned to the country three years ago, I happened to bump into a couple ladies at the welcome brunch," Mike explained. "They might have told me a thing or two."
"You gossip too much," George frowned.
"What is wrong with gossiping?" Angella remarked as soon as she entered the room. "Gossip is life."
"Angella—" Mike gave her a hug. "When did you come back?"
"A few hours back," she smiled and returned the hug. "How are you Mike?"
"I am as handsome as always," Mike remarked.
"Oh yes I can see that," she chuckled.
"Okay, you hang out here. I have something to do." He waved the documents at her before leaving the room.
After Mike left, Angella looked at her father who had his head buried in a bunch of documents. She rolled her eyes as she walked towards him.
"Don't tell me you are still mad?" She dragged a chair and sat beside him. "It's already been a month."
"Twenty days," he corrected her before adjusting his glasses and pretending to read.
"Dad, can you even read that?" Before he could understand what she was trying to say, she pointed towards the paper. "It's upside down."
Embarrassed after being caught, George awkwardly cleared his throat. "I was just checking the quality of the paper."
"So is it good?" she asked.
"What?"
"The quality of the paper." She picked it up. "It looks quite decent to me."
George scoffed and continued pretending to be busy.
Angella just stood there waiting for her father to tell her something. "So you are not going to talk?"
When he continued to choose silence, she added, "Since you don't want to talk to me, I'll take the next flight and go back."
She took a step back. "And I'll take the kids with me too." She then pretended to walk away, knowing what would happen next.
"Hold on a second young lady," George frowned. "You are not going anywhere neither are my grandkids."
"Then quit pretending to be mad." When he did not say anything, Angella sighed, "Fine, you can arrange one more date for me."
"Really?" George exclaimed. "You won't ditch jt this time?"
"No dad, I won't," Angella assured him.
In the past four years, he had arranged so many dates for her that she had lost count. All the potential men were company owners, executives and other high profile eligible bachelors. This made her wonder how her dad managed to get her a date with such men.
Did he secretly run a dating or matrimonial site?
Angella sighed, she would never know.
"Then it's fixed," He excitedly rubbed his palms together. "I will find you one date and you won't do anything to avoid it."
Seeing how excitedly he looked, she couldn't help but chuckle. It was as if he had won a million dollar deal or something.
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