Feigning an innocent and happy look, Arielle nodded and exclaimed, “Thank you, Dad! I was just feeling scared to go there alone.”
Henrick was over the moon. It was his fortune to have such an easily manipulated daughter.
Taking back the contract, he stood up and said, “We’ll head to Nightshire Group tomorrow morning at ten. I’ll bring you to the stylist two hours before that. It’s getting late, so I’ll go to sleep now. You should rest earlier too.”
Grabbing the opportunity, Arielle asked, “Dad, I still can’t sleep. Can I read in your study room?”
Henrick hesitated for a few seconds before nodding. “Sure, but you can only read the books on the left side of the shelf. Don’t touch the other areas.”
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