Fiona took two steps forward. She held Hogan's arm tightly and begged, "Dad, I'm your daughter. I'm begging you. Can you help me one more time?"
"How am I supposed to help you?"
"Just... Just use your identity as the supervisor to force him to cancel the engagement with that b*tch Lucille. That way, he can marry me!" Fiona's eyes were filled with anticipation.
Hearing those words, Hogan could only smile bitterly.
"Do you think a mere supervisor like me can do anything to Joseph?"
If he had power over Joseph, his right-hand man wouldn't have been taken to his grave like that.
If he had power over Joseph, then why was there such a strong sense of ridicule and relaxation behind every seemingly polite word that Joseph said when he addressed Hogan as the supervisor?
On equal footing? That was just a fantasy.
The existence of the Collins family was a tall mountain, and Joseph was standing at the peak of it.
Using his identity as the supervisor to threaten Joseph?