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127. I Know Her

Author: Angela Lynn Carver
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-10-20 00:05:14

River’s gaze was piercing as he locked eyes with Jacob, his tone steady but laced with an undercurrent of warning. “I know a lot of things, Jacob. Especially about anyone who comes near my daughter.”

The room grew tense, and Tiffany’s heart sank. This was exactly the kind of scenario she’d been dreading. She exchanged a worried glance with Riley, but she just gave her a small, reassuring smile.

Jacob’s jaw tightened, clearly caught off guard, but he managed to keep his composure like a seasoned actor on stage. “What else do you know, sir?” he asked, his voice steady.

“Things are not appropriate for the dinner table, so we will pick this up another time,” River said as he took a sip of his drink.

Pick this up another time? Tiffany was hoping there was no other time.

But she decided to talk to her father about this later. He had no right to embarrass Jacob like that!

She stole a glance at Jacob, who had managed to keep his cool, but she could see the tension in his jaw, the way his knuc
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oh my boy i hope jacob wont give up on tiff just bcoz of her dad haha
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