"Lara, is that how you speak to your father?" The middle-aged man frowned with displeasure. He was dressed in a suit, with a navy blue coat over his shoulders. It was clear from his attire that he held a significant status.
Sophie Foster sneered as she stepped onto the last stair but didn't open the door, "Sorry, I've gotten used to being alone. It seems I've lost the ability to communicate with people."
"You're always so sharp-tongued, unlike your mother who was easygoing." The middle-aged man frowned again, smiling as he asked, "So, aren't you going to invite me in?"
Passing by the man, Sophie Foster pulled out a key from her jeans pocket, inserted it into the lock, and said, "You can come in if you don't mind, but don't say I didn't warn you, to you, this place might not be more luxurious than your dog's kennel."
