It had to be said, Evelyn Peary's fantasies about this were really something.
After hanging up the phone, Nia Mitchell, a smile on her face, hesitated about whether to go and tell Maxwell Peary about this matter right away.
It's good news. If I tell him now, Maxwell Peary could understandably be pleased a bit prematurely. But it's working hours; if I specifically went over to tell him now, wouldn't that disturb his work?
So, Nia Mitchell was caught in a dilemma. She decided to stop dwelling on it and put the matter aside for now.
「The Davidson Martial Arts Academy had already reached a fever pitch; all the disciples were standing on both sides of the courtyard in their uniform white martial arts suits.」
Grandfather Davidson, standing in the middle, angrily approached Owen Lewis.
"You bloody brat! You don't have a household register, so where did you get a marriage certificate?"
