Chapter 145

The young man said to Simon, "Sir, are you here to get a divorce? I'm number three in the queue. Would you like to take my place?"

Simon frowned upon hearing this. They had tried their best to delay the inevitable, and now this person suddenly appeared.

"I don't think that's necessary. You should keep it for yourselves," Simon said quickly, glancing at Mercer's ashen face.

"It's okay. We're not getting a divorce. We've patched things up!" The young man grinned, holding the woman's hand, and she looked just as happy.

Simon was speechless. He had handled many tricky situations for Mercer, but he never encountered something so odd.

While Simon hesitated, Calla looked at Mercer. His hands were in his coat pockets. His face was ice-cold, and his anger probably hadn't subsided yet.

The next moment, Calla made up her mind. She took the number slip from the young man, and exclaimed, "Thank you!"

Calla's action stunned Simon, and Mercer's brow twitched slightly.

"Number three, please pr