With the crisp sound of high heels striking the ground, that elegant and noble middle-aged lady was suddenly standing right in front of them.
Though she was no longer in her youth, time hadn't left many marks on her face. The custom-tailored Chanel suit made her slender, graceful figure even more striking.
This was Tyson Law's mother, Mabel Keaton.
But at this moment, Mabel's expression was anything but pleasant; she was glaring fiercely at the two who had just come out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, her face darkening instantly.
"Tyson! Are you out of your mind? Did you even take my advice to heart?"
"If Tiberius hadn't told me he saw you dragging Fiona Vaughn to the Civil Affairs Bureau, I would have thought I'd heard a bad joke!"
As Frank Law's second wife, Mabel had always demanded the highest standards from her own son, Tyson—desperate for him to surpass the eldest son left by Susan Roswell in every way.
