Leland cast a suspicious glance in his direction before tapping the play button.

The video started playing.

Soon, he was greeted by the sight of his daughter slapping herself in the face.

In the otherwise quiet space, the sound of slapping echoed.

A flush of redness spread across Leland's face.

He was beyond mortified after discovering what his daughter had done.

“Because Camila has no one to turn to for help and no influential father to Lean on Like Marlowe, she tended to keep her pain to herself. She could just say she was sorry, but I can't do that. I have to seek justice for her. Now, Mr. Perry, what shall we do about this?"

The veins at the back of Leland's hands started bulging as he formed fists.

He was enraged as well as embarrassed.

“I'LL ask my daughter to personally apologize to Miss Haynes," Leland said, hoping to save even a little bit of his dignity.

His response did not satisfy Isaac at all.

“Your daughter tried to kidnap Camila. Do you know that?"

“What?" Leland exclaimed.

Just how many things had Marlowe done behind his back?

“To accuse someone of kidnapping without proof is a very serious matter, Mr. Johnston.”

Leland knew that his daughter was headstrong, proud, and full of herself.

However, she would not be so reckless as to really carry out a kidnapping. Isaac almost rolled his eyes. If he had not been prepared, he would not have asked Leland to meet him.

There was a surveillance camera installed at the entrance of the dance studio where Camila worked. It caught how she struggled to get away from her abductors. Not long after, Marlowe appeared in the frame. Instantly, Leland did not know what to say.

Before him was the proof that his daughter was guilty.

“I promise to give you an explanation regarding this."

With that, Leland got to his feet and fled.

He returned home fuming.

He was too smart to be fooled around at his age.

Yet, his own daughter still managed to trick him.

“Dad, you're back. The air reverberated with the sound of someone being slapped.