ââKyson, is this certificate a fake? Did you just pull a random girlâs photo from the internet and make this up to get us off your back?â one of them pressed.
Kyson, sipping his coffee slowly, responded, âThe marriage certificate is right there with you.
Feel free to get it verified.
The courthouse staff handed it to me this morning.
If youâre doubtful, go ahead and check for yourselves.
â
âWellââ
The eldersâ mouths twitched as Kysonâs tone conveyed conviction.
Did he actually tie the knot?
âKyson, weâre not saying we distrust you, but⦠is this lady trustworthy?â
âWhat about her family?â
âDoes she hold at least a bachelorâs degree? Where does she reside? How many are in her family?â
âWhat do her parents do?â
âWhen do you plan to have the wedding ceremony?â
Their barrage of questions continued.
Kyson, his face clouding over, finally spoke.
âI admit, I donât know her that deeply.
Given your concerns, weâll keep this private for now.
If youâve nothing better to do, feel free to investigate her or find a way to test her.
If you conclude sheâs not fit to bear the future heir of the Shaw family, Iâll end the marriage within a year at most.
â
The room fell silent; the elders were taken aback yet somewhat honored by his trust.
Kyson had indeed given them the green light to scrutinize his wife.
They were surprised he was prepared to divorce if they disapproved of her.
âKyson, are you serious? If we decide sheâs not right for you after a year, youâll actually divorce her?â one of them asked.
Kyson, smiling, assured them, âHave I ever lied to you?â
âFantastic! Weâll do as you suggest.
Weâll keep this under wraps for now.
Once we determine her true character, weâll decide whether to proceed with a wedding and make an announcement.
â
Rising from his chair, Kyson adjusted his suit cuffs with a nonchalant air, nodded at them, and left the room without a word.
He left the marriage certificate lying there on the table, as if it held no significance for him-merely a means to deflect their probing and get them off his back.
Kyson strolled down the hallway, his hands in his suit pockets, followed by several silent male assistants.
They resembled a small military unit on the move.
As Kyson approached the corner, Koby suddenly bypassed two bodyguards and emerged from the reception room, heading straight toward him.
âMr.
Shaw, it looks like youâve just wrapped up a meeting.
I need to discuss something urgent with you.
May I speak with you?â
Kobyâs voice carried a mix of urgency and deference, a tone most would find difficult to refuse.
Kyson, ever the unconventional, responded curtly, âNo.
â