Chapter 30 The Sharp-Tongued CEO

The buildings on this street were all townhouses and each one had a small garden filled with blooming flowers in front of the gate and a cobblestone path running through the middle. Francis walked in front. "Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair!" Samson approached while clasping his hands in celebration. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Julia has made you proud by being the top scorer in the province!" Samson, who was usually quite busy, rarely saw my father at school, so he assumed Francis was my father. Francis hesitated for a moment, but before he could speak, my father came running out, barely able to contain his excitement. "You've got the wrong person! I'm Julia's father, Logan! Samson, did you just say Julia is the top scorer in the province? How many points did she get?" His face was full of nervous anticipation. Upon realizing his mistake, Samson quickly apologized to Francis and gave my father a big thumbs up. "710 points!" "What?" It was so noisy that my father di