Chapter 532: Chapter 532

“It's you again? What the hell do you want? Get lost!” Erica swore in exasperation.

Just then, the man got up and suddenly approached her. After studying her face with probing eyes, he finally saw the mole on her cheek, upon which he laughed happily like a fool.

“What the hell are you looking at? F*ck off! Get in my way again and I'll run you over!” Erica snapped with a snort.

The man gave a sigh, as if to lament about something. “Did Naomi teach you to conduct yourself like this? Well, thats understandable. Your mom is such a person, after all. One can’t expect her to teach you to be good.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? And what did you call my mom? Naomi? Who gave you the right to call her on al first-

name basis?” Erica only assumed the man to be a former friend of Naomi. But what makes him think he can come asking for Mom right now? He looks so ignoble and disgusting. He’s got to be up to something.

“What's your name? Do you know what your father’s name is?”

I'm Erica Tillman. My dad is Francis Tillman.” Erica proudly told the man Francis’ name.

Upon hearing her words, the man gave a wry laugh right away. Francis Tillman isn’t your father.”

The smug look on Erica’s face instantly vanished. She and Naomi were the only ones who knew that she wasn’t Francis daughter. How did the man know that? “What bullsh*t are you talking about? Im warning you, cut that nonsense!”

However, the man said again, “You're not Francis’ daughter.”

Erica’s face instantly paled with horror.

She glared at the man, saying, “That’s. nonsense! | am Francis’ daughter.”

The man was finally unable to restrain himself any longer. Staring at Erica, het growled somewhat irritably, “You're not! You’re the daughter of Naomi and me! I’m your father, and you’re my daughter”

Erica’s eyes widened in horror; fear enveloped her as she looked at the man in disbelief. What? The low-class man before me is my father? No, that’s not possible. I'll never acknowledge such a man as my father. “F*ck off! Who wants to be your daughter?

I'm warning you, if you dare talk nonsense again, Ill-”

“I need 10,000. As long as you give me the money, | promise you that | won’t go around telling people about it.” The man didn’t go out of his way to come here to reunite with his daughter. He was here to ask for money.

Erica really looked down on the man before her from the bottom of her heart, but she had to silence him. She looked around, and luckily, there wasn’t anyone else around. She hurriedly took her bag out of her car and grabbed a handful of cash out of it. Handing the cash to him, she said in a quavering voice, “Get out of my face with the money and don’t show up in front of me ever again. | don’t care who you are;

I'll never have anything to do with you.”

Seeing the cash, the man took it from her without counting it; he knew just by touching it that there had to be more than 10,000 in it. He said happily, “Whether you admit it or not, I’m your father. And, you're quite pretty.”

Erica only found his words disgusting. Nevertheless, she stared fixedly at the man for a few seconds. He was by no means comparable to Francis, who had regular features and gave off an air of scholarly refinement through every pore. On the other hand, one could tell at a glance that this man was struggling for a living at the bottom rung of society. “Take the money and don’t show up in front of me or come to me again,” she warned.

The man couldn't help but take another look at her car before stretching out his hand to touch its painted surface. “This car must be expensive, right? The paint seems to be of such a high quality.”

“Don’t touch my car with your dirty hands!” Erica was pissed off. She didn’t want to see the man even for a second!

The man felt a twinge of inferiority as well. He could only pull his hand back, asking, “Where’s your mom?”

Erica didn’t want to tell him about Naomi, though. Pulling the car door open, she said, “Don’t come to us if there’s nothing.” With that, she revved up her car and sped away.

The man crouched on the ground and began to count the cash. After counting out a total of 15,000, he happily produced a packet of cigarettes and started smoking.