Stella Sterling called out, "Dad."
But her eyes were on Roman Rhodes.
The man's attire today was more formal and dignified than she had ever seen.
A full black suit with a white shirt underneath.
Only the top button of his shirt was undone, adding a touch of ascetic appeal to his serious demeanor.
Afraid of giving herself away, Stella didn't dare to look for long, quickly averting her gaze after a brief glance.
Meanwhile, Mr. Sterling, his smile contained, stepped out of the elevator with Roman Rhodes and the others.
He walked over to Stella and began making introductions.
"Mr. Rhodes, this is my younger daughter, Stella."
Stella, feigning ignorance, greeted him politely, "Mr. Rhodes."
Just as the man was about to speak,
Mr. Sterling "tsked" and corrected her. "That's Mr. Rhodes to you. Show some respect."
Stella gasped. 'I'm going to die right here,' she thought.
