Old Master Lawrence seemed not at all shocked by this news. His ancient-well-like eyes showed not even the slightest fluctuation. His hands clasped together on the table, looking at Enna Clark, exuding an innate oppressiveness from his bones, "Do you think that your marriage certificate, which is like a child's play, is valid here?"
"I can tell you explicitly that your so-called marriage is not legal in Country W. Strictly speaking, you are not married at all!"
Enna could feel the oppression. She faced those eyes that seemed to control everything. Her lips touched slightly, "Marriage is just a piece of paper. If Baron Lawrence and I think it's valid, isn't it valid?"
This counterattack, a beautiful one!
It was the first time that Old Master Lawrence had been openly contradicted. He raised his eyebrows, didn't speak, but the pressure in the room became heavier and heavier…
