Faux Vows, True Desires
Chapter 147

The next day.

Cecilia sneaked out with her ID, secretly meeting Owen.

Owen had arrived earlier, already waiting for her.

Owen was low-key. He didn't drive over, nor did he bring any bodyguards. He was still incognito, just like when they went on a blind date, with huge sunglasses and a mask covering his face.

"Why don't you just wear a black balaclava, only revealing your eyes, mouth, and nose, like a robber? I guarantee no one will recognize you," Cecilia joked after seeing his disguise. "How did you get here?"

"I took the bus."

Cecilia was surprised and said, "That's rare."

Owen: "Let's go in. It's still early, and there aren't many people. Let's get the marriage certificate as soon as possible and leave. I've checked; Gabriel Turner is not around." Gabriel knew Stefan well, and naturally, he also knew Owen.

The fact that Stefan and Lucinda got their marriage certificate was initially leaked by Gabriel.

That rumor-mongering man.

Owen didn't want Gabriel to know about him and Cecilia.

"Sure."

Cecilia cooperated with him.

Naturally, Owen took her hand and led her inside.

Suddenly, Cecilia stopped and turned her head towards a middle-aged man not far away. She said to Owen, "Since I came over, that man has been watching us. What does he want?"

Owen, too lazy to even turn back, answered in a low voice, "That's the butler, Derek. My grandfather sent him to supervise us getting the marriage certificate to prevent me from getting a fake one with you." "Does your grandfather like using Derek's name to trick people?"

"To my knowledge, he only tricked your family."

Cecilia scoffed, "What an honour."

Owen led her inside.

Derek followed in.

Derek watched the two get their marriage certificates throughout the whole process.

Only when the two got their marriage certificates did Derek breathe a sigh of relief.

He had accomplished his task!

Cecilia stuffed the marriage certificate into her trouser pocket, waved at Owen, and said, "I still have renovations to do in my shop. I'll go first; see you."

Owen stopped her and said, "I'll take you there."

"You came by bus; how are you going to take me?"

Cecilia flagged down a taxi, opened the door, got in, and after closing the door, waved goodbye to Owen.

She left decisively, without any lingering feelings.

Instead, Owen, holding his marriage certificate, stood by the side of the road, watching the taxi carrying Cecilia away, feeling a bit complicated inside.

When others get their marriage certificates, it's all lovey-dovey.

When they got their marriage certificates, they left each other immediately.

"Derek."

Owen called out to Derek.

Derek stepped forward, responding respectfully.

Owen handed over his marriage certificate to Derek and said, "I'm going back to the office. You take this back to show my grandfather. You watched the entire process. Cecilia and I got the marriage certificate following the normal procedure. It's absolutely real."

Derek refused to take the marriage certificate, laughing, "Your grandfather hopes you bring your wife home and show him the marriage certificate yourselves."

"She's not my wife."

"She just got the marriage certificate with you. It's still fresh; haven't you forgotten? Since you've got the marriage certificate, she's your legal wife." Owen looked helpless.

He could make Cecilia keep the secret, but he couldn't shut Derek up.

This guy worked for Trenton!

"Cecilia's shop is very busy. I'll bring her to meet my grandfather tonight. Before that, none of you can disturb her. Also, please tell my grandfather not to go overboard." Derek replied respectfully, "I will relay your message to him."

"Alright, you can leave now. I'm heading back to the office."

Owen flagged down a taxi and left after getting in.

Derek waited for him to leave before heading to his own car.

When Owen returned to the company, he saw several luxury cars parked in front of the building, one of which was a Maybach, which he instantly recognized.

It was Stefan's car.

He knew the other luxury cars were driven by Stefan's bodyguards.

Stefan was here.

Sure enough, when Owen entered the building, the receptionist told him that Mr. Coleman was there, waiting for him in the VIP room on the top floor.

Owen responded emotionlessly and then headed upstairs.

He was guessing why Stefan had come.

The two rarely interacted; except for occasional encounters in public places, they seldom contacted each other privately. It was the first time Stefan had come to the company to replace someone.

Ten minutes later

Owen saw Stefan in the VIP room on the top floor.

Stefan stood by the window, his back against him. The Anderson family's bodyguards stood like loyal soldiers behind Stefan. They saw Owen coming in and silently stepped aside, making way for him to go to Stefan.

Owen wouldn't suddenly attack Stefan.

He had fought with Stefan, and he couldn't beat Stefan.

Although the Anderson family's bodyguards made way, they were all watching him.

If he dared to attack Stefan from behind, the bodyguards of the Anderson family would immediately close in and beat him up in his own company.

That would be too embarrassing.

"What's the occasion today that you would come here?"

Owen stood side by side with Stefan, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

The two were similar in height and equally imposing. They usually wore suits, but Owen wasn't dressed formally today because he just got back.

He had clothes to change into in the restroom.

He was curious about Stefan's purpose and couldn't wait to change clothes, so he came to see Stefan first.

Stefan looked at him.

Owen looked back.

Their eyes met, and Stefan examined Owen's attire.

Owen stood up straight and said, "I have a model-like physique; I look good in anything I wear."

Stefan showed a slight smile.

"You've had quite a few drinks; your breath still smells of alcohol."

Owen was speechless.

Stefan was still smelling last night's booze.

Stefan's nose was really something.

"Stefan, what brings you to me?" Owen cut to the chase.

Stefan hit back, "Aren't you going to invite me into your office? We've known each other for years, and I've never seen your office. Can you show me around?"

Owen's lips twitched slightly.

"Let's go." He spun on his heels and led the way.

Stefan followed, with both of them leaving the VIP room one after another.

Their bodyguards were hot on their heels.

At the door of the CEO's office, several bodyguards came to a halt.

Owen politely invited Stefan into his office.