*****
The day I finally got the divorce certificate, Richard's lawyer gave me another agreement, a deed of gift.
"Mr. White, please don't refuse. This is compensation from the Davis family to you, completely legal and aboveboard."
"then please thank Mr. Davis for me." I put away the document and nodded slightly. "If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
"Oh, Mr. White, wait a moment..." the young man pushed his glasses up his nose, a little flustered. "My surname is Taylor. Can I..."
"No, you can't!" Michael suddenly appeared, his face dark as ink, and pulled me into his arms, his tone domineering. "Mark Taylor, I heard that the Taylor family is dedicated to promoting legal construction in the Lower City..."
Mark instantly straightened his body and took three steps away from me.
