Nathan Moore suddenly shifted his gaze, stopped defending himself, and let go of the hand he had been tightly holding Titus Zane's. His fingers, knobby and distinct, slowly slipped into his suit pocket in a measured manner, his dark eyes fixed on Samuel Zane the entire time.
He took a small booklet out, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it towards Samuel Zane.
"Grandfather, this can prove that Titus Zane is my wife."
Looking at the small booklet laid out in front of him, Samuel Zane's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and even Alder Locke, who had been scornful all along, was taken aback.
Anyone with eyes could recognize that it was a marriage certificate.
The details were written clearly on it.
Yet Samuel Zane did not pick it up to examine it, showing not even the slightest desire to look at it.
He withdrew his gaze, scoffed at Nathan Moore, "I didn't expect you to have some tricks up your sleeve. In just a few short days, you've managed to procure a certificate."
