Madam Rong stood there, dumbfounded and hesitant. She looked at Mason Nightshade, unsure what she should do.
Mason Nightshade's expression instantly darkened. "Madam Rong, go upstairs and find every single divorce agreement in this room! Don't leave a single one behind!"
Madam Rong glanced at the two of them, but still went upstairs. About ten minutes later, she came down holding a thick stack of papers and handed them to Mason Nightshade. She opened her mouth, hesitantly saying, "Young Master…"
Mason Nightshade glanced at the thick stack of papers, the anger in his chest blazing, yet he had no idea how to let it out.
He looked at her calm face, desperately wanting to ask: Do you really want to divorce me?
But he didn't dare to ask.
He was afraid her answer would be yes, and then he wouldn't even have the chance to ask her to stay.
"Take them out and burn them," Mason Nightshade ordered.
Madam Rong grabbed the thick stack of papers and hurried outside.
