John was frozen in place. That voice...
He mechanically turned around and found himself facing Steven's inscrutable eyes.
Emma obviously saw him too and exclaimed in joy, "Daddy?!"
John felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
At his level, he hardly ever had the chance to meet Steven. However, ever since marrying into the Anderson family, he had glimpsed him from afar at a few business banquets; all thanks to Mona’s connections.
Steven always exuded a deadly aura that was hard to ignore.
Dressed in a tailored gray suit, Steven held freshly bought desserts in one hand and effortlessly lifted Emma in the other.
John stammered as he asked, "Mr. Lawrence... are you... her father?"
Steven looked at him coldly.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
John quickly waved his hands in denial. "No, no, no..."
Steven handed the cake he was holding to Emma, speaking to her tenderly.
