“I won’t go,” Veronica straightforwardly replied. “I told you, dad. I already have a boyfriend.”

“So what? It’s just dinner. Go and meet him first,” Jacob suggested. “Who knows? You might like him?”

“What?” Veronica’s face warped fast, and tears soon welled up in her eyes. “You think so low of me just because I don’t have a job, don’t you?”

“Fabio Romano,” Jacob didn’t seem to care that she was crying, “He owns over 600 theater sites across the world.”

“So what?”

“So what?” a vein popped in Jac