ut pesky clouds blocking the view, it was not as vib
she drove her best friend Sherr
om the car, she saw a scen
ar worth about 20 million dollars. Standing next to it was an elderly man with g
be that I had stumbled into some neighborhoo
looked up. She was i
ight place, put the key in her jacket po
ried the weight of time yet
the luxury car calling out to her. She walked back to
He was standing straight, like he was standing at attention. His eyes w
out me. This is my grandson, Trevon Wilson, the one who will be getting
son to her, but somehow it gave Natalie
, 1.6 bucks a pound. It’s only on sale to
ing her head to follow the old man’s gaze. Only
ighlighting his distinct and profound facial features. He looked like a
sculpture, emitting an uncontrollable aura of royalty. The sharp edges
ustered up her courage and politely extended her hand to
freakishly cold as he assessed Natalie from head to
e thought, “Is it freezing in here? Or m
her today. After all, it was their first meeting, and she was forced into it. Judging fr
eeling slightly embarrassed, Na
oday. Being money conscious, she didn’t want to
he looked up at the man, her gaze nei
and if she had to line up. What if the three–hour break w
ce sounded like she couldn’
ace expressionless, and the contours of
ht parting of his lips, he
t went along with what Trevon said because time was indeed limite
his was the beginning of h
ed past Natalie without stopping straight toward the City Hall
oment a
rtled by the commotion, but Trevon was v
oo
ow me. We've arranged for the staff to take care of you.” The
nded the prepared documents to Mr. Darcy without any expression. The latter respectfully took
. Wi
hat is Trevon Wilson’s identity? Why wou
ia, but Grandpa didn’t even say what the guy d
the other documents needed to Ben Darcy and ask
in fixed on her, full
woman to be in such a hurry
herself. “I’m just asking because it’s my first time ge
ng about it isn’t a crime. What’s
our at most. Please come over here to fill out s
e taking the green channel. Plus, Ben Darcy kne
y freeze people. It was already a bitterly cold winter day, and with Trevon, it felt like the tempe
nrealistic desires. She’s afraid that I will change my mind even after getting a marriage license. That showed that
t the man beside her lo
idn’t even take half an hour.
rocedures were completed. His restless heart calmed down
t and said to the old gentleman, “Mr. Wilson,
one number, and let Natalie
dyguard, and the vigilant bodyguard han
nd didn’t have much of an emotional re
unfathomable pools of water exuded a chilling coldness. “Miss Foster, I hope you keep today’s matter confidential. If it is know
left without
o keep the marriage a secret. “Why not just say it directly instea
t scared o
or, she looked up and gla
, it doesn't matter wheth
the law can’t do anything about it beca
doesn't necessari
oesn't mean you
is world alone and w
the soul. It’s okay
everal times more, with a complex mood.
state
ed doesn’t necessarily mean happiness. I have no choice but to accept it
ted my mission. This is the real deal. I guarantee it. If you don’t believe me, you can call Mr. Wilson and ask him. He su
son. He just said that his grandson’s na
lie pressed the screen to turn it
sprinted
son. He just said that his grandson’s na