"My daughter's the best."
He took out his phone. "How much pocket money do you want? Dad will give you anything."
Sophie Keaton giggled. "Oh, I don't need pocket money. It's just that I've had my eye on a new car recently..."
"I know I already have a lot of cars, so I wasn't really set on buying it..." she said, sneaking glances at him. "Dad works so hard, I want to be more considerate."
Julian Keaton, completely won over by the apple of his eye, was grinning from ear to ear. "Buy it. I've told you since you were little, you were born to spend money and enjoy life, you know?"
He had already made up his mind. "My secretary will take you to buy the car later. I have to go to the morning meeting now."
Sophie Keaton waved. "Bye, Dad."
He pushed the door open, the melancholy thought that the apple of his eye would soon be engaged to someone else filling his chest. As he reached the door to the conference room, he suddenly paused.
