This time Ian Coldwell brought Aurora Coldwell back to the country to discuss her marriage to George Kingston, though it can hardly be called a discussion. Once the Civic Bureau opens on the eighth, they'll get the certificate and transfer the shares, and that would be the end of it.
"Why are you here?" Ian Coldwell's face tightened slightly, knowing his daughter wouldn't speak, and he looked at Griffith Squire standing behind her.
Griffith Squire narrowed his sharp eyes, the kind that have long navigated the battleground of life and death. In almost three seconds, he had seen through the middle-aged man in front of him by seventy percent. He stepped forward, curled his lips into a smile and said, "Mr. Coldwell, I am Aurora's fiancé, Elvis Canaan. I've returned this time intending to marry Aurora with a ten billion dowry."
The moment the man finished speaking, everyone in the room was taken aback, including Aurora herself.
