C61 No problem

Mr. Obin remarked, with a smirk, "I heard you and my boss made a deal in which your daughter was a business item. Isn't it, Mr. Robert?"

Mr. Obin's words, delivered with a smirk, cut through the tension in the room like a knife. His insinuations about a supposed deal between my dad and Mr. Huston, where I was reduced to a mere business item, stung like an accusation.

I furrowed my brows