Gavin Graves was silent.
The girl beside him leaned against him, her head down, saying nothing. Her dense black hair covered her cheeks, obscuring her current expression.
After pondering for a long time, Gavin said, "I think I understand what you mean, so let's sort this out—starting with that dagger, 600 gold bars, which my younger brother bought and already gave to me. The transaction is clear, and the dagger undoubtedly belongs to the Graves Family.
Then let's talk about this ghost. Madison Richards and I are already married, whether Madison is the ghost you claim or not, she is part of the Graves Family. We can't just pretend she doesn't exist, nor can I, Gavin Graves, pretend the marriage never happened just because you want to erase her."
Alexander Summers, the world doesn't revolve around you; there's no such logic beneath the heavens."
He looked at Alexander Summers, faintly smiling, "Of course, you've never been one for logic."
