he Day He Chose Her Over Our Dying Son, I Chose Vengeance - Chapter 123: Chapter 123
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The captain scratched his head, glancing between Tiffany and me, clearly unsure of what to do.
Two people were now claiming to be the hotel's heiress, and he didn't recognize either of them.
"One moment, please. I... I'll ask the manager."
The captain picked up his radio and called the manager, briefly explaining the situation.
The manager's angry voice roared through the speaker,
"You useless idiot! Didn't I tell you that today's engagement banquet is for the master's daughter?
Your only job is to make sure nothing goes wrong. If you mess this up, you can pack your things and get lost!"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
With clear instructions, the captain immediately knew what to do.
He apologized to Tiffany, "Miss, my apologies for the oversight. I'll have this troublemaker taken care of right away."
He turned to his men and ordered them to restrain me.
"Stop! Don't you dare lay a finger on her!"
Suddenly, the doors to the banquet hall burst open once again.
A middle-aged man in simple clothing stumbled in, his steps hurried and unsteady.
It was Tiffany's father—Jackson.
Jackson hadn't planned to attend the engagement banquet. After all, the guests invited were Tiffany's friends from her time studying abroad, and he feared his identity as a driver would embarrass her.
This was also something Tiffany didn't want to see.
But Jackson hadn't expected my father to send me to the engagement banquet to deliver a congratulatory gift to Tiffany.
Afraid that Tiffany wouldn't recognize me and might cause trouble, he had rushed over as fast as he could, only to arrive just in time to see the guards about to make their move against me.
"Miss, what's going on?"
The driver, Jackson, still hadn't figured out the situation and turned to ask me.
I shook my head with a bitter smile. "Nothing, it's just that Tiffany's fiancé happens to be my ex-boyfriend, which caused a bit of misunderstanding."
Jackson froze for a moment, completely stunned by the absurdity of the situation.
He stayed silent for a few seconds before roaring angrily at Tiffany, "You stupid girl! Apologize to Miss right now! You've caused a huge mess!"
Tiffany's face turned ghostly pale. Her wide eyes brimmed with shock and fear.
Her lips trembled slightly, as though she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Tiffany knew very well.
In this world, there was only one person whom her father would address as "Miss."
That was the true heiress of the Rand family.
"Miss? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Who's this old man anyway? How dare he yell at Tiffany like that?"
"He just called Tiffany his daughter. Is he her dad?"
"No way! Tiffany's dad is a billionaire. This old man doesn't look anything like a rich guy."
Jackson's sudden appearance sparked confusion among the crowd.
Mike was visibly shocked. "Tiffany, who is he? Didn't you tell me your dad was abroad on business?"
"I... I..."
Tiffany's face grew increasingly pale, and beads of sweat started forming on her forehead.
She knew that if she admitted Jackson was her father, the rich girl persona she had worked so hard to create would collapse instantly, shattering beyond repair.
"I don't know him! I don't know this old man!"
Tiffany took a step back as she spoke, distancing herself. "Stay away from me! Don't come near me!"
Jackson's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had misheard her. "What did you say? Say that again! Are you trying to drive me to my grave?"
It seemed Tiffany had made up her mind not to acknowledge Jackson, determined to uphold her persona to the bitter end.
"You're lying! My dad is a billionaire! How could some shabby, poor old man like you even compare?"
Pointing a finger at Jackson, Tiffany then turned to me. "You must've hired him to help you ruin my engagement party, you scheming wretch!"
"You... you... you..."
Jackson's face turned bright red as blood surged to his head. His chest heaved as though a massive weight were crushing it, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.
He staggered backward, visibly unsteady on his feet, before finally collapsing to the ground, powerless.
Two people were now claiming to be the hotel's heiress, and he didn't recognize either of them.
"One moment, please. I... I'll ask the manager."
The captain picked up his radio and called the manager, briefly explaining the situation.
The manager's angry voice roared through the speaker,
"You useless idiot! Didn't I tell you that today's engagement banquet is for the master's daughter?
Your only job is to make sure nothing goes wrong. If you mess this up, you can pack your things and get lost!"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
With clear instructions, the captain immediately knew what to do.
He apologized to Tiffany, "Miss, my apologies for the oversight. I'll have this troublemaker taken care of right away."
He turned to his men and ordered them to restrain me.
"Stop! Don't you dare lay a finger on her!"
Suddenly, the doors to the banquet hall burst open once again.
A middle-aged man in simple clothing stumbled in, his steps hurried and unsteady.
It was Tiffany's father—Jackson.
Jackson hadn't planned to attend the engagement banquet. After all, the guests invited were Tiffany's friends from her time studying abroad, and he feared his identity as a driver would embarrass her.
This was also something Tiffany didn't want to see.
But Jackson hadn't expected my father to send me to the engagement banquet to deliver a congratulatory gift to Tiffany.
Afraid that Tiffany wouldn't recognize me and might cause trouble, he had rushed over as fast as he could, only to arrive just in time to see the guards about to make their move against me.
"Miss, what's going on?"
The driver, Jackson, still hadn't figured out the situation and turned to ask me.
I shook my head with a bitter smile. "Nothing, it's just that Tiffany's fiancé happens to be my ex-boyfriend, which caused a bit of misunderstanding."
Jackson froze for a moment, completely stunned by the absurdity of the situation.
He stayed silent for a few seconds before roaring angrily at Tiffany, "You stupid girl! Apologize to Miss right now! You've caused a huge mess!"
Tiffany's face turned ghostly pale. Her wide eyes brimmed with shock and fear.
Her lips trembled slightly, as though she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Tiffany knew very well.
In this world, there was only one person whom her father would address as "Miss."
That was the true heiress of the Rand family.
"Miss? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Who's this old man anyway? How dare he yell at Tiffany like that?"
"He just called Tiffany his daughter. Is he her dad?"
"No way! Tiffany's dad is a billionaire. This old man doesn't look anything like a rich guy."
Jackson's sudden appearance sparked confusion among the crowd.
Mike was visibly shocked. "Tiffany, who is he? Didn't you tell me your dad was abroad on business?"
"I... I..."
Tiffany's face grew increasingly pale, and beads of sweat started forming on her forehead.
She knew that if she admitted Jackson was her father, the rich girl persona she had worked so hard to create would collapse instantly, shattering beyond repair.
"I don't know him! I don't know this old man!"
Tiffany took a step back as she spoke, distancing herself. "Stay away from me! Don't come near me!"
Jackson's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had misheard her. "What did you say? Say that again! Are you trying to drive me to my grave?"
It seemed Tiffany had made up her mind not to acknowledge Jackson, determined to uphold her persona to the bitter end.
"You're lying! My dad is a billionaire! How could some shabby, poor old man like you even compare?"
Pointing a finger at Jackson, Tiffany then turned to me. "You must've hired him to help you ruin my engagement party, you scheming wretch!"
"You... you... you..."
Jackson's face turned bright red as blood surged to his head. His chest heaved as though a massive weight were crushing it, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.
He staggered backward, visibly unsteady on his feet, before finally collapsing to the ground, powerless.
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