Chapter 17

Clemensa walked straight toward the study. She didn't knock, simply pushing the door open.

Tony Rossi was sitting behind a desk piled high with bills, a cigar clamped in his hand, looking miserable. Seeing his daughter enter, he froze for a second before squeezing out an unctuous smile.

"Clemensa! My princess! What are you doing here?" Tony stood up, intending to come around the desk.