Russell did not understand what Mason meant.
He said, “Since you're unwilling to get a divorce, then I'll see you at the police station. Do you have any idea how much that jade statue is worth? I bought it for sixty million! Sixty million! That's enough to land you in jail for at least two hundred years!”
Mason was dumbstruck.
Sixty million? That much?
He watched as Russell felt in his pocket for his phone, ready to call the police. Seeing that Russell showed no hint of mercy, Mason's helpless gaze gradually faded and was replaced with a steely glint in his eyes.
He has never thought of me as part of his family!
Their entire family has only ever regarded me as a disgusting street rat, including Yvette! None of them, not even the help, ever treated me as a human being! That's it! I've had enough!
His eyes were no longer misty with tears. Instead, they were flashing with hostility.
He lowered his gaze and stood up slowly. Just as Russell dialed the number to make a police report, he grabbed Russell's phone and flung it onto the floor with all his might.
Russell glared at Mason, frowning, and hissed through gritted teeth, “What's the matter? Are you thinking of hitting me?”
When the bodyguards heard the commotion inside the store, they rushed in immediately. All of them looked at Mason warily as if they were ready to take action at any moment.
Mason shook his head with a bitter smile.
“Although you have never thought of me as part of the family, I've always respected you as a father. So, how could I think of hitting you?"
“Then, what do you mean by smashing my phone? Do you agree to get a divorce?” Russell demanded, narrowing his eyes.
Mason nodded with a pained look on his face. “If you think that I'm not worthy of Yvette, then I'm willing to get a divorce. I admit that what happened was my fault.”
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