Tyler's POV
"Brenda Slyvester", my father calls out, looking at a piece of paper in front of him and my heart goes still. Even though I don't know her surname, I am damn sure this is my Brenda he is talking about.
How did he find out about her so soon?
When he gazes up at me with a sly smile, I know I am done for and my plan won't work.
I came here to confront him about the cameraman I beat up the other day and tell him off. He should let me do what I want and not force me to marry the princess since I have concluded to marry Brenda instead.
I sit still with my hands shaking in rage.
"How is Brenda doing, Tyler?" He demands with the mischievous smile still present. I wish this man before me isn't my father, it would have made it easy for me to put him in his place.
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