Finding out the truth

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"... Father!"

"Good morning Mr." Dale added as he looked at the middle aged man

"..."

To their surprise, the first person they saw today was none other than her father.

He was the spitting image of Roger, albeit a few decades younger.

He wore a black tuxedo and black pants, as if ready to attend a meeting.

A pair of slim glasses stood before his sharp eyes, not sharp like an asian, just sharp because… He was glaring at Dale with a heavy gaze.

"..."

'I think he still doesn't like me…'

At first, he was rather warm toward Dale. "Welcome", with other words like "Capable youth" and "Hard working"...

Dale's appearance and reason for being here, according to what he father told him, made the man nod in approval.