In fact, this all started when Frank first mentioned it on the runway.
Combined with the letters and documents his grandfather had left behind, as well as that batch of old Russian guns in the cave…
All the signs pointed to the marriage contract being more than just an empty rumor.
Feng Mountain already felt in his heart that there was a seventy percent chance it was real.
But he felt a strong sense of repulsion deep down for this bizarre marriage contract that had fallen from the sky.
He was used to his free and easy life in the Crown Territory and didn't want to be shackled by a piece of paper, much less be forced to accept a fiancée he had never met.
Natasha sat up straight, her enchanting and alluring curves on full display under the light. She elegantly produced a letter, placed it on the arm of the sofa, and lifted her chin slightly as she spoke softly.
"Uncle Frank, you may begin."
