Is it that difficult to marry him? So many won dream of getting into Vincent Vance’s bed, but they don’t get the chance. Yet this woman looks so unwilling, as if he’s forcing her.
May Morgan rolled her eyes at Vincent, thinking, "You go take a mourning photo. You and your whole family go take mourning photos."
"I’m not happy about this," May pouted and complained.
After all, she was forced into this, why should she act all cheerful, like she just won five million? She isn’t that cheap.
Vincent shot May a cold glance, reached out, and tugged at the corners of her mouth, forcing them up into a semblance of a smile.
"Hold this angle for one minute," Vincent nodded with satisfaction and then instructed the photographer in front to quickly take another set of photos.
Even though the photos still looked awkward, at least they had a sowhat celebratory feel; everyone was smiling, albeit with evidently awkward expressions.
Just before the seal was applied, May hesitated and asked Vincent, "Should we sign a prenup?"
Vincent looked at her: ’What kind of prenup do you want?’
"Um, let’s discuss this. I don’t want your money; after we marry, without my consent, you can’t just touch . How does that sound?" May said seriously to Vincent.
Vincent sized her up: ’Okay.’
What does it an to size up? May fud, n really are pigs.
Soon, a simple prenup was printed, Vincent signed his na on it without even looking.
He might not look, but May would. Holding the prenup, she scrutinized every word, worried Vincent would trick her and set a trap.
Vincent glanced at his watch, ti was running out, and they needed to get to Vance Residence.
He subtly signaled to the staff nearby, who, noticing this, impatiently urged May, ’Miss, we’re waiting to get off work, can you hurry up?’
Feeling embarrassed, May glanced at the person and reluctantly signed her na.
After signing, Vincent swiftly took the agreent, handing it to the staff, afraid she might change her mind.
With the seal applied, two freshly minted marriage certificates erged, and just as May was about to look at them, Vincent snatched them all away.
"I’ll hold onto these for now. There’s sothing I need to do: I have to take you to see Grandfather." Vincent put away the marriage certificates, turned around and hurriedly took May’s hand, leading her out of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
The marriage was done; now it was about fooling everyone and getting approval from the old man.
May looked at Vincent confused, wasn’t the deal that once they got the certificates, he’d release Adam Owens?
"I, I want you to release Adam Owens first," May said stubbornly, confronting Vincent.
"Adam’s already gone ho. If it weren’t for releasing him, I wouldn’t need to take you to see Grandfather." Vincent expertly started the car, quickly driving towards Vance Residence.
May scratched her head, feeling sothing was off about Vincent’s words. What does "already gone ho" an? Was he lying to her?
"You, you were lying to ? You actually released Adam Owens a long ti ago, didn’t you?" May suddenly realized, yelling furiously.
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