Chapter 67 So Exaggerated?

• The full moon shone high above as evening set in, casting a soft glow over the dazzling lights of the Wren family mansion. I, blissfully unaware of just how desperate Frankie had been, watched nervously as the approaching figure came into view.
• It was Dylan Wren—my father and the CEO of the Wren Group. He wore a perfectly pressed black suit, and his eyes, cold and piercing, radiated authority without a single word. His entire presence felt so imposing that just looking at him was enough to make anyone feel an inexplicable pressure.
• I clearly remembered that my father had always been kind and even indulgent toward me. But now, I wasn’t the Rebecca I once was.