Chapter 1271: If She's Willing, We Can Get the Certificate Anytime

Scarlett Glenn chuckled, "I think it's you, Uncle, who's always about ready. My grandmother, being such an innocent soul, is truly hard to come by. Uncle, you must cherish her."

Anthony Davis nodded. "Mm... this, of course, I'm aware of."

Anthony Davis hung up the joke, shook his head with a smile, and put down the pen.

On the white paper, three words—Emilia Johnny.

The letters, cast in iron and etched in silver, were forceful and vigorous.

Those three words seemed so familiar to him, as if every stroke was engraved in his heart. He looked at the paper for a while, then carefully placed it into the drawer, before making a phone call to his secretary: "The matter with Dylan Young can be settled now."

"Yes, sir."

...

The night view of Rose City was beautiful, in the deep autumn season, without the dryness of the northern region. The air was cool and crisp.

In the wee hours of the morning, the world was silent.