Raven’s POV
“Mr. Han,” I said, angry. “Why the heck didn’t you come last week?”
“I am so sorry, Mr. Monroe,” Han, who was my lawyer, said. “I thought that I would be back from Egypt on Friday but my client changed the schedule. Though I am not perfectly through with what I am doing there, I just had to fly back because of the urgency of your case, Mr. Monroe.” Mr. Han dressed in a super nice tight brown business suit— it gave him a nice fitting. His shoe was as dark as his black denim trouser. Han would be as tall as my shoulder if I should stand up on my feet against him.
“Did you bring the divorce letters I had handed over to you?”
“Yeah, I did.” Han flashed his eyes at me and then opened the portable black briefcase he carried and drew out some white papers. He held them out to me
