"Where... are we going?"
Zachary Armstrong glanced at her casually, pushed her into his car, and immediately drove towards the Civil Affairs Bureau without even taking Shirley Fisher's luggage.
Shirley Fisher was still in shock from earlier, her body weak and limp. Her brain had suddenly snapped from a tightly wound chord, leaving her thoughts a bit sluggish, sitting dumbfounded in the back seat.
It wasn't until the car had been driving on the highway for a long time that Shirley Fisher gradually regained some senses under the warm air conditioning, realizing Zachary Armstrong was taking her to obtain the marriage certificate with her documents. Instinctively, she spoke up, "Zachary Armstrong, I won't marry you!"
Zachary Armstrong's expression remained unchanged, nonchalantly saying, "I don't mind throwing you out of the car right now."
Shirley Fisher froze slightly, turned to look outside the window.
