Nathan Anderson and his two bodyguards quickly appeared at the door.
The door was purposely left open, as if deliberately waiting for him.
This made Nathan Anderson feel somewhat surprised.
I hurriedly stood up, walked forward and said, "Nice to see you, Uncle Anderson."
Nathan Anderson ignored me and went straight to sit down on the sofa. A bodyguard next to him then lit a cigar for him.
It was impossible not to be nervous in the face of such a character, but I tried my best to remain calm.
Nathan Anderson took a puff on his cigar and then said indifferently, "You knew I was coming, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't know," I shook my head.
"I just happened to see you outside the window."
Nathan Anderson couldn't help but laugh. He slowly got up, walked to me, and asked bluntly, "What makes you think you deserve to be with my daughter?"
I was stunned.
This question was indeed difficult for me to answer.
Right now, I was in no way worthy of Sarah Anderson.
