Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2346

““Kyson, is this certificate a fake? Did you just pull a random girl’s photo from the internet and make this up to get us off your back?” one of them pressed.

Kyson, sipping his coffee slowly, responded, “The marriage certificate is right there with you.

Feel free to get it verified.

The courthouse staff handed it to me this morning.

If you’re doubtful, go ahead and check for yourselves.

”

“Well—”

The elders’ mouths twitched as Kyson’s tone conveyed conviction.

Did he actually tie the knot?

“Kyson, we’re not saying we distrust you, but… is this lady trustworthy?”

“What about her family?”

“Does she hold at least a bachelor’s degree? Where does she reside? How many are in her family?”

“What do her parents do?”

“When do you plan to have the wedding ceremony?”

Their barrage of questions continued.

Kyson, his face clouding over, finally spoke.

“I admit, I don’t know her that deeply.

Given your concerns, we’ll keep this private for now.

If you’ve nothing better to do, feel free to investigate her or replace a way to test her.

If you conclude she’s not fit to bear the future heir of the Shaw family, I’ll end the marriage within a year at most.

”

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.

“Kyson, are you serious? If we decide she’s not right for you after a year, you’ll actually divorce her?” one of them asked.

Kyson, smiling, assured them, “Have I ever lied to you?”

“Fantastic! We’ll do as you suggest.

We’ll keep this under wraps for now.

Once we determine her true character, we’ll decide whether to proceed with a wedding and make an announcement.

”

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.

“Mr.

Shaw, it looks like you’ve just wrapped up a meeting.

I need to discuss something urgent with you.

May I speak with you?”

Koby’s voice carried a mix of urgency and deference, a tone most would replace difficult to refuse.

Kyson, ever the unconventional, responded curtly, “No.

”