Why is he here?
He glanced at Marie— she looked irritated, even though she tried to mask it
"I'm taking it he didn't contact you" he muttered,
"Calm down..."
She shot him a glare, gritting her teeth.
"You've got a beautiful place here" Morlov chuckled, eyes trailing around to scan the place.
"I must've missed the house opening invitation" he looked at them.
"It's nice to see you, Sir..." Trent glanced at Marie and walked towards him.
"It's nice to see you too, Lord Ste---" Morlov paused, looking towards Marie with a grin.
Trent's jaw tightened.
What the hell was he planning?
"It's nice to see you, Trent" Morlov chuckled,
"And you too, my Princess— you should've invited Papa over when you moved in"
Papa?
Marie clenched her fist, forcing a smile.
"I have been busy. It's nice to meet you too... Dad." She felt a shiver of embarrassment flow through her as she called him that.
Dad?
Well, he was.
Not just qualified to be called that by me.
