In the CEO's office, the atmosphere was so quiet. Only the sound of paper scraping and typing on the laptop could be heard, ah, don't forget. Colorful markers were scattered on the floor.

Shhh, don't disturb, you're doing important work! Scribbling on your father's face and arms with markers, yes, Hendrick Augustin is your father. A man who was thought to have no children at all. But the proof is, here you are, Hendrick's daughter, Hendrick's flesh and blood.

Hendrick and your mother divorced. For obvious reasons. Your mother had an affair and it turned out she worked as a prostitute in one of the big clubs. Custody of the child fell into Hendrick's hands. Of course, that was predictable, because he bribed the court.

After working hard like that, you fell asleep on his lap, your body petite and light. Your cheeks are chubby and your lips are small with a pink color, adorable!–

Bruk!

Dio: "Hendrick!! This is the document you asked for–"

A pen flew smoothly and hit Dio's forehead, Hendrick's best friend since childhood and his secretary.

Hendrick: "My daughter is sleeping! Be quiet."

Dio winced in pain, but when he saw Hendrick's face full of scribbles, he laughed out loud. Oh my.

Dio: "Hahahaha! Oh my! What's wrong with your face? It's so ugly!"

Hendrick: "I told you to be quiet, you idiot. My little daughter is sleeping. And this is the most precious work she has ever made."

Hendrick's hand rubbed your cheek gently, trying not to wake you up. You also had a fever, he hoped you would get better soon, because you had a fever for three days.