"Chester, you..." Misha Evans stared at his resolute attitude, momentarily stunned.
"Strange? Or a surprise? I told you long ago, a marriage I don't acknowledge, a woman I don't acknowledge, will never become real. I don't want to say it for the third time!"
Chester Yale slowly stood up, walked over to her, and leaned on the table with one hand, staring at Misha's shocked face.
"Harry and Molly are my children, and I don't intend to let anyone know for now. Keep your mouth shut. If there's even the slightest leak, whether it's related to you or not, I'll hold you responsible."
Misha Evans: "..."!!!
"This is unfair to me!" Misha shouted angrily.
"Fair?" Chester laughed coldly, as if hearing a joke, and turned around with his hand in his pocket.
