She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 494: Scars from the Whip (2)

"Ha!" Anya Forrest let out a cold laugh and turned away without hesitation.

"Anya!"

Quinn Thorne imdiately stood up and rushed over, blocking Anya Forrest: "Don’t go!"

Anya looked indifferent: "What? Haven’t you had enough of visiting the police station last ti?"

"If you’re willing to accompany , Anya, I wouldn’t mind going to hell, let alone the police station."

"Young Master Thorne, we are just strangers eting for the second ti. If you keep speaking like this, I will collect evidence and file a harassnt complaint against you in court."

"Anya, we are married. We’ve been apart for so many years, and if I say a few words of longing to you, the judge won’t convict . He will only envy our affection."

Anya’s face suddenly darkened, and she said angrily: "Young Master Thorne, although my na is Anya Forrest, I’m not the person you are talking about, and I’ve never married you! Please stop harassing !"

Quinn Thorne was particularly helpless and said softly: "Anya, this is an existing, established fact. Denying it won’t change that."

"Fact?" Anya sneered: "Young Master Thorne, since you say it’s a fact, please show the evidence. Bring the marriage certificate?"

Quinn Thorne sighed: "You know very well that my marriage certificate was destroyed in the fire."

Hearing Quinn Thorne ntion the fire, Anya rembered the agony of being engulfed in flas.

Perhaps it was too painful, after a violent surge of emotions, everything returned to calm.

She smiled with particular calmness: "So, Young Master Thorne, you married the Anya you speak of. That’s easy to handle, the marriage certificate was burnt, but the civil affairs bureau’s records won’t be."

"You’re right, the records at the civil affairs bureau don’t lie." Quinn Thorne looked at Anya with gentle affection: "Then I’ll take you there to check it out, and we can reissue a marriage certificate. By the way, Anya, let’s have a wedding. This ti, I will definitely marry you into the Thorne Family grandly, as my wife."

Anya ignored Quinn Thorne and turned to leave.

Quinn Thorne lingered by Anya’s side, chattering non-stop.

Anya acted as if she had no ears.

At this mont, a young woman erged from another private room. She stood at the door, looking suspiciously at Quinn Thorne’s figure: "Isn’t that Young Master Thorne? What’s he doing here now?"

She thought for a mont, then returned to the private room to pick up her phone and dialed a number: "Hello, Hannah, I just saw your fiancé at the teahouse, and there was a young girl with him. Do you know her?"

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The two drove separately to the civil affairs bureau.

Quinn watched as Anya stepped out of a fiery red BMW, feeling his heart suddenly settle back in place, surging with countless joy.

He thought Anya wouldn’t co, but she did. Along the way, she clearly had countless chances to leave, but she didn’t.

Doesn’t this an she’s willing to forgive him, willing to start anew?

Just the thought of this possibility made Quinn Thorne delighted.

After arriving at the civil affairs bureau, Quinn found the person in charge.

The person in charge agreed to Quinn’s request without hesitation.

While waiting for the inquiry, Quinn glanced at Anya, who stood indifferently to the side, her face carrying a calm yet distant smile.

Quinn’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Just then, the civil affairs bureau staff suddenly said: "We’ve found the records, Young Master Thorne and Anya Forrest are not married. This Anya is still single."