Chapter 38 Prove Your Innocence (Part One)

Bang!

The door of the Civil Affairs Bureau swung open all of a sudden. Heads turned to see what the commotion was all about only to see Spencer, holding a struggling Fiona.

"Mr. Cheng!" Matt, the head of the Civil Affairs Bureau, rushed over, looking disheveled with his tie askew. He quickly wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead before bowing in front of Spencer. "Please come in!" the man said.

With a menacing look on his face, Spencer surveyed the place before taking a step in.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Where's the registration form? Give it to me now! I want to get married!" Matt pointed to a group of people and shouted, "Bring me the form and hurry up!"

With that, the staff scrambled to fulfill their boss's orders. Spencer dragged Fiona's hand and walked to the table where one of the workers placed the marriage form. After snatching a pen from a nearby employee, he started filling it out.

Next to him, the helpless Fiona, who had been crying too much, merely stood feeling like she had lost all of her strength. She stared blankly ahead, ignoring everything and everyone around her, disbelieving what was happening.

"Uh, excuse me." A trembling staff opened his mouth to ask the standard set of questions for such occasions. "Do you come here of your own accord to get married?"

'Own accord?' Spencer glared at the man performing the rites who almost jumped out of fear. 'Damn it! Why did he have to ask that?' he cursed inwardly. He raised his foot and kicked the man on his butt. "No one would think you're dumb if you wouldn't talk!"

Spencer completed the form in seconds. He then turned to Fiona and thrust the pen to her hand, almost forcing her to write down her information.

It was then that Fiona snapped back to her senses. With sheer determination, she pulled her hand from Spencer's grip and declared, "I won't complete this form! I don't want to fill it out! I was forced to be here!"

Spencer's eyes narrowed into slits as he looked at Fiona, his face full of anger. He grabbed the registration form from her hand and tore it into pieces. "Give me another one!" he shouted.

One of the staff quickly handed him a fresh form, which he slammed on the table in front of Fiona. "Fill it out!" he demanded.

"I don't want to!" With clenched fists, Fiona shook her head a

ot knowing where to go.

How would she live from then on? How long would she have to wait? Fiona wondered if Spencer would let her go once he grew tired of his hatred. But what if he didn't get over that state? She shuddered at the thought of being entangled with him for the rest of their lives.

Meanwhile, at a high-rise building in the residential area of Four Seasons Scenery, Ryan had been waiting for nearly two hours.

He had hurried over there as soon as the party was over. He had tried calling Fiona but her phone was off and she couldn't be reached. He knew that Fiona lived there. But it didn't occur to him that he would have to pay her a visit under such circumstances.

"It's getting late. I don't think Fiona will come back tonight. Let's go," Andrew advised.

"No, let's wait a few more minutes." Ryan could only pace back and forth in front of the building. He thought he had made some progress with Fiona so he didn't understand why she suddenly disappeared. Something must have happened!

Andrew looked up at the sky. "The sky is getting darker. It might even rain later so we better head back. Are you sure you want to wait more? Your brother has been back at home for days now, and yet you haven't gone back to see him. Your father must be upset!"

Ryan frowned when he heard this. He was about to say something to his defense when a figure caught his attention. 'It's Fiona!' Ryan remembered how it was like that time at the art museum. The moment he felt like giving up on waiting for her, she showed up at the last minute!