Rebecca

Apparently, Delin hadn't told his wife about the other purpose of today's visit.

Because when Mrs. Delin finished warming up the snacks, she even brought back a slender girl.

She had short black hair and lively eyes, and had inherited her father's height and her mother's features. Leigo hadn't been exaggerating about his friend's daughter—she really was a pretty little girl.

At the moment, though, her face was stiff with displeasure. She seemed reluctant to be dragged along by her mother to greet the guests.

She was just over ten. If she was a little precocious, then a rebellious phase was only natural.

Of course, if Mrs. Delin knew about her own past experiences, she would have understood that she ought to indulge her daughter's rebellious streak.

"This is Rebecca."

Mrs. Delin had her daughter set down the plate of snacks, then smiled as she introduced her and gestured for her to greet the guests.

Though her reluctance was obvious, Rebecca still greeted each of them with impeccable manners.

And Delin's face had been dark the entire time.

Clearly, he didn't want his daughter dealing with a guy like Dancy.

It wasn't that he was especially worried. It was simply a father's protective instinct: he felt that even a scumbag like this looking at his daughter was a desecration.

Fortunately, one thing made him feel a little better: when his daughter greeted him, Dancy Crawford actually kept his eyes forward. After replying politely, he focused on his tea.

So he did know better than to push his luck. That crazy side he'd shown earlier might well have been an act.

To have stayed at large for so long, the guy's sense of danger had to be first-rate.

Delin gave a quiet snort.

Today, there had indeed been some unspoken understanding