The arrival of Old Master Fletcher changed the whole atmosphere. With a troop of soldiers inside and an even larger troop of soldiers outside, the Mitchell Residence was completely surrounded. Meanwhile, Old Madam Murray, who was discussing the wedding date with Alex earlier, was asked to step to the side.
Old Master Fletcher sat on a sofa while a row of men and women in military uniforms stood at attention behind him as they stared fiercely at the Mitchells, rendering Alex and the others too afraid to even speak. Although Old Master Fletcher was almost a hundred years old, he was healthy and strong. Sitting upright, his aura was intimidating. In order to exhibit her status, Natasha sat beside him, acting obedient and meek.
Finally, Alex broke the silence and asked reverently, “Old Master Fletcher, we’re truly honored that you came to our humble abode. May I know the purpose of your visit?”
Looking at Alex, Old Master Fletcher asked in a cold tone, “It seems like the Mitchell Residence is bustling with activity today. What are all of you busy doing?”
Upon hearing that, Old Master Fletcher snorted. “Really? Taylor? Which Taylor?”
Tilting her head, Natasha smiled innocently as she murmured, “Taylor Murray! He’s an actor. Although he isn’t quite worthy of the Mitchell Family judging from his qualifications, I love him and that’s what matters the most. Therefore, my father agreed to our marriage in the end.”
Upon hearing that, Mark laughed, and so did Sophia. Even a faint smirk appeared on Joel’s aloof face. Sophia commented, “True. Taylor isn’t worthy of the Mitchell Family and it’s a pity that you have to marry him. Since you’re not happy with the marriage, why would you even want to marry him?” As Sophia said that, the atmosphere became even stiffer.
Anger started to spike in Alex as he saw that an unrefined girl had the audacity to talk rudely in front of the Mitchells. Just as Alex was about to speak, Mark forestalled him, “Since it’s a discussion on their wedding, why isn’t the groom or the groom’s family here?”
Natasha discreetly shot daggers at Sophia before replying to Mark, “Old Master Fletcher, Taylor can’t make it because of his busy schedule, but his grandmother and uncle are here.”
Immediately, Old Madam Murray, Larry and Olivia stepped forward, bowing and scraping to Mark. “Old General Fletcher, this is Taylor’s grandmother and uncle.” Natasha introduced them to Mark before continuing, “Taylor’s parents passed away when he was young so his grandmother will be in charge of his marriage.”
Snorting, Mark glanced at Old Madam Murray before he sneered, “It’s certainly news to me that my grandson has a grandmother and an uncle!”
Mark’s grandson? All at once, everyone’s expression changed. Why did Mark mention his grandson all of a sudden? Surprised and bewildered, Alex asked, “Old Master Fletcher, your grandson is…”
“My grandson is Michael Fletcher!” Old Master Fletcher looked rather proud when he said that name.
Michael Fletcher? The Mitchells looked at each other. Then and there, they recalled a young collateral relative of the Mitchell Family, Justin Mitchell, who married Mark’s most beloved granddaughter, Celine Fletcher, a few years ago. Sadly, both of them passed away later on. Celine had a twin brother Michael Fletcher, and he was Mark’s grandson. Unfortunately, no one had ever met him. Even Celine’s wedding was a lowkey affair so no one had ever seen her brother. But why did Old Master Fletcher suddenly bring him up?
Looking at the crowd, Old Master Fletcher proudly announced, “My grandson, Michael Fletcher, is the winner for the Academy Award for Best Actor, and his stage name is Taylor Murray.”
All at once, there was an uproar. It turned out that Taylor was Mark’s grandson, Celine’s brother, and the one who adopted Justin’s child?
In the past when Theo brough Elizabeth to meet Mark for the first time, Mark was actually fond of her because she was a polite, dauntless girl, who was worthy of Theo. However, the Fletcher Family couldn’t accept the blot on her. If she was from a better family and was a common girl, things would be different. Therefore, Mark wouldn’t show a hint of kindness or politeness to the Murray Family.
Naturally, Old Madam Murray wouldn’t give up on this marriage after finding out that Michael had such a strong background so she persistently called out to Mark. Unfortunately, he didn’t even spare her a glance.
Once Mark left, two police cars immediately stopped in front of the door. Then, a few policemen got down from the car and barged into Mitchell Residence, showing their credentials to Olivia. “Are you Olivia Murray? Someone reported that you gathered crowds to take drugs and are involved in drug trafficking. You even take in the other drug abusers. Please come with us to the police station.”
“Larry Murray, someone reported your tax evasion, so please come with us too.”
Upon hearing that, Olivia and Larry shuddered uncontrollably. Old Master Fletcher came and left hurriedly but even after he left, his dignity that was emitted from deep within his soul lingered around, leaving everyone in the Mitchell Residence’s living room suffocating under the tremendous pressure.
Suddenly, Alex lost all his strength and plopped onto the chair, his eyes glazed. At the same time, Natasha looked ghastly pale as the scene where Mark walked past her without showing any mercy kept replaying in her mind. It was evident that Mark had found out everything they did to Taylor and he was enraged.
With sounds of police sirens, the Mitchells were brought away, leaving behind a room of silence. For a long time, Alex and the elders couldn’t even say a word.
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