Chapter 922 Frontline of Eating Melons

In the evening, Michael Marshall went to his father's study.

Seeing his son arrive, Mr. Alexander Marshall's face instantly darkened, his lips pressed tightly together.

Looking at his father, Michael Marshall softly pleaded, "Dad, please bless Matthew Marshall and Hannah Jenkins. At the end of the year, hold a wedding for them."

Mr. Alexander Marshall's face was stern, his gaze meaningful as he stared at his son, "You know, it's precisely because you were not firm in your stance that you destroyed your first marriage."

Michael frowned in displeasure, "Dad, I'm talking to you about Matthew's situation."

"Matthew's situation?" Mr. Alexander Marshall snorted coldly, "Even if I die, that woman will never set foot in the Marshall family's home in this lifetime."

Michael's face also underwent a great change, containing his burgeoning anger, "Do you actually like a cheap woman like Olivia Jenkins? Have you become senile, Dad?"