If he didn't make a move to cozy up to Cassian, what was he supposed to do—wait around for Cassian to put a bullet in him? Besides, he was his son-in-law. Why wouldn't he want a son-in-law as powerful as Cassian? From now on, the president of the Holland Group would be his son-in-law. Just thinking about it made him happy. With that thought, the gloom on his face finally cleared up a bit. Afraid people wouldn't believe him, he even held up three fingers to swear. "I mean it! I swear, Natalie really is my biological daughter. If I'm lying, let lightning strike me down!" Cassian seemed to see right through him, and he gave a cold snort. "Mr. Ashford, you really do change with the wind." With that, he ignored Jacob and walked away. Once Cassian was gone, Theodore found it boring and smacked his lips before leaving with his bodyguards. The only ones left in the hall were the same people as before. Now, all eyes were fixed on Jacob. "Mr. Ashford, didn't you and your wife both say earlier that Natalie wasn't your daughter, and that she had nothing to do with your family?" "Yeah! Now suddenly you're claiming she's your daughter again?" "So as soon as you heard your daughter got engaged to the Hollands, you decided to take her back?" "Haha, and you even made a big oath just to climb the social ladder!" Everyone had spent the whole night worried and frustrated with nowhere to vent so the Ashfords became their favorite target.After what happened, they saw Jacob and Lillian's true colors—they were just a pair of selfish, scheming opportunists. So when they mocked them, they held nothing back. Jacob's face went from red to pale, and now he had nothing left to say. After stewing all night, he finally lost it and just let it all out. "Whether Natalie is my daughter or not, what's it got to do with any of you? "I'm her father, she's my daughter, and she has to do as I say! It's nobody else's business! "If you're so bored, maybe spend your time figuring out how to get more supplies, instead of nosing around in other people's family business!" "Lillian, Rosalie, let's go!" After all that, he stormed out with Lillian and Rosalie in tow. Everyone else was left standing there, fuming after being yelled at. A few of the more hot-tempered folks wanted to step forward and argue, but their family members held them back. Jacob may have thrown Natalie out before, but blood was blood. Who knew if one day she'd forgive him and they'd patch things up? If Jacob truly turned over a new leaf and apologized sincerely, there was no way Natalie would hold a grudge forever. At that point, he'd be Cassian's father-in-law, with a direct connection to the Hollands. Even Cassian hadn't dared lay a hand on him today. The rest of them definitely wouldn't dare either. So all they could do was glare at him as he left. Out in the residential area, Lillian and Rosalie followed behind Jacob, both of them looking miserable. Especially Lillian. Just now, Jacob hadn't even asked her before admitting Natalie was his daughter, completely undermining her. From her point of view, with Natalie's personality, there was no way she'd ever forgive them or reconcile with Jacob. So all of Jacob's words had just made them look fickle and shameless. Rosalie's feelings were more complicated. Cassian's words—"Natalie is my wife"—kept echoing in her mind. After all I did to push that bitch, Natalie. Why does she keep coming back? Why won't she go away? She should've been left to die a miserable death in the slums, not come back in triumph! It drives me crazy! The only one in a good mood was Jacob. At that moment, he was already picturing Cassian respectfully calling him "Dad". On the other side, Cassian arrived at Harold and Olivia's villa. The yard gate had already been taken down, so he went straight to the front door. Just as he was about to knock, he heard a racket and someone scream inside. "Snowy! Calm down! Don't be reckless!" "Hey, don't run over there!" "Ah! Fire. It's on fire!" Cassian was stunned outside the door.What's going on in there? It sounds wild. He was about to knock when the door suddenly burst open, and a ball of fire shot out. That was right. A flaming ball emitting a round of "Coo coo coo" noises came lunging at him. Before Cassian could see what it was, a bucket of water came splashing out. He dodged just in time, barely avoiding it. The next second, all the water landed right on the fireball. The flames went out instantly, revealing a chicken, scorched black. The poor bird had almost all its feathers burned off, with just a few ragged patches of black feathers left sticking to its body.