"Out of the way!"
Michael Gordon's gaze swept over Risa Scott, his icy eyes filled with towering rage.
"Who is she? Michael, you can't treat Alya like this for an unclear woman. She is your fiancée!" Risa had to admit that she intentionally emphasized the word "fiancée."
With force, Michael pushed a porter who stopped in front of Risa. The next moment, the cold and enchanting voice shocked Risa's hearing.
"Do you want to know who she is, Grandma Gordon?" Michael looked at her with a cold gaze, pointing to Ivy Aretha, who had her eyes closed, as he said, "She is my wife, Ivy Aretha. We even have a five-year-old child together. Where did you get such a big hat as a fiancée to put on my head, Grandma Gordon?"
As soon as these words came out, Risa's face turned pale. She didn't expect Michael to not call her the old lady of the Gordon family, let alone treat her as one.
