Martin and Evan nodded reluctantly.
Then the mediation room door opened.
An elegant man and woman in black suits bowed respectfully to the presiding judge.
As Hugo and Winter calmly walked into the mediation room, Evan's eyes narrowed into slits.
An involuntary groan escaped his parted lips.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, well..."
Martin asked in a low voice, but Evan couldn't answer. He obviously couldn't openly confess in front of the judge that that bastard had visited his secretly operated sleazy salon.
Winter and Hugo sat down next to Ryan in turn. Winter smiled gently at Evan, who was glaring and trembling at the three of them alternately.
Martin, sensing that something was amiss, quickly spoke up.
"Your Honor, as you know, the defendant is the spouse at fault in this case. However, considering the marital bond built with the defendant over the years, our plaintiff is prepared to make a generous concession in this mediation!"
"A generous concession, you say?"
