A innocent request

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"Dante, you shouldn't have run away! Now come to me," the man said coldly, his tone devoid of warmth or sympathy.

"I asked you, who are you to this boy," Jasmine demanded, pushing Dante behind her and positioning herself in front of the man with a cold expression. She couldn't shake the feeling that the man exuded an imposing aura, perhaps hinting at a darker affiliation, like that of a gangster.

"He is my son, and you will not question me on this matter again," the man retorted, his voice tinged with anger as his temple throbbed with frustration.

Jasmine's mouth fell open for a second before she quickly regained her composure, as she brought Dante in front of her.

"Is he really?" Jasmine asked Dante, and in return, she observed his nod as confirmation. The man didn't seem like a father figure; instead, he exuded the air of a playboy. That's why she sought Dante's confirmation.

"You shouldn't have run from your father, Dante!" Jasmine said gently, handing him over to the man, wh