"Juliet, your assigned colleague will

arrive in seven minutes! Confirm if you received the message!"

Static noise!

Juliet only heard the first half of the

message in her earpiece; a loud interference disrupted the second half.

Now, she had to guess! Was it one minute or

seven minutes?

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a

black trench coat was crossing the street toward her. The man wore a hat and a

mask, revealing only a pair of menacing eyes.

Juliet pretended not to see him and started

walking towards the office building next to her.

She was a rookie cop, having recently

graduated. She had been working in the miscellaneous investigations unit and

was temporarily assigned to the criminal division due to her unfamiliar face to

track a suspect.

The suspect had strong anti-surveillance

skills. The mission was going smoothly until Juliet was about to wrap things

up. A child almost got hit by a red car running a red light, and Juliet rushed

out to pull the child back. When she turned around, she locked eyes with the

suspect.

Perhaps her well-trained reflexes raised

suspicion in the suspect, who then started following her.

Juliet ended up here, and since her

receiver malfunctioned, she had no choice but to enter the office building

beside her.

The suspect followed her inside.

Juliet climbed the stairs and looked up to

see a sign with the words: Civil Affairs Bureau.

Civil Affairs Bureau?

Isn’t this the

place for marriage and divorce?

Taking a deep breath, Juliet braced herself

and ascended the last step, only to be blocked by a tall figure.

Instinctively, she stepped to the left, but

the figure also moved to the left.

Juliet looked up at the person in front of

her. He was tall and imposing, dressed in a well-tailored dark suit. He wore

sunglasses, hiding his eyes, but his features were sharp and commanding.

“You’re three

minutes late!”

The man suddenly spoke, his voice low and

magnetic, yet carrying an immense pressure.

Juliet’s first

thought was: Is this a code phrase?

Has the person arranged by her superiors

arrived?

Seeing her standing still, the man motioned

her to follow.

“Come with me!”

“And don’t be late

again! I’m very busy.”

Bill’s brow furrowed,

his tone and attitude icy, as if Juliet owed him money.

Juliet instinctively followed him, catching

a glimpse of the suspect trailing behind them from the corner of her eye.

“We…”

Juliet started to speak but immediately

realized it wasn’t the right time. She couldn’t say too much now. Her superior had arranged for someone to assist

her, so she just needed to follow.

But Bill was feeling irritated.

For his mother’s

sake, he had come to register a marriage with a woman he had never met.

All because that woman had saved his mother’s life.

His mother insisted on repaying the debt

with his marriage as the exchange!

Knowing his mother couldn’t handle much stress, he had to agree. Besides, everyone in the

family was watching his marriage closely. If he didn’t

agree, someone else would.

However, he had made it clear beforehand:

registering the marriage was fine, but he would only offer financial support,

without any of the duties of a husband!

He also wouldn’t

reveal his true identity, presenting himself as an ordinary person instead.

If he found any flaws in her character

after marriage, he would end it immediately.

Bill glanced at Juliet, who was following

him, not even bothering to see what she looked like.

To him, she was just a future roommate

living under the same roof.

“Your ID. I’ve

arranged a fast track.”

Bill, tall and long-legged, walked ahead

with an emotionless tone. Juliet, with her 168 cm height, had to jog to keep

up.

She looked at Bill’s

back in surprise. The colleague her superior arranged to assist her was too

handsome!

But he seemed a bit older and his

expression was tense. Is he too nervous doing this kind of task for the first

time?

Juliet handed her ID to Bill. He didn’t even look at it, passing it directly to the assistant waiting at

the elevator.

"Go ahead," Bill handed his ID

card to the assistant.

"Yes, Mr. President..."

The assistant was about to say "Mr.

President," but a sharp look from Bill made him swallow the words.

He quickly corrected himself, "Yes,

sir. Please wait a moment."

Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, the

assistant walked ahead. Seeing that the suspect was some distance away, Juliet

lowered her voice and asked, "Is there anything else you need my help

with? Should I just follow you?"

Her voice was so low and sneaky that she

almost seemed like a thief.

Bill frowned.

"Everything is arranged! The marriage

registration is just a formality. But if you're regretting this now, the door

is right in front of you, and you can leave immediately."

Bill's voice was cold, and his expression

was serious.

Is this woman really the perfect

daughter-in-law his mother had spoken about?

Why does she seem so strange? And a bit

pretentious too?

If she didn't want to be here, she

shouldn't have come! And now that she’s here, she's

putting on an act! She better not slip up in front of him!

"Hehe, you're really funny."

Juliet deliberately lifted her face,

flashing a bright smile.

She thought of it as acting for the suspect’s benefit so that he wouldn’t suspect she

was really there for the marriage registration and not following him.

But in Bill's eyes, she had already given

herself away just from a little scare!

This kind of woman couldn’t fool him!

"Mr. Bill, you can go in now."

The assistant returned with their ID cards.

Noticing the tense and awkward atmosphere, he wisely stepped back, waiting

until Bill and Juliet had entered the VIP room before he let out a sigh of

relief.

Once inside the VIP room, Juliet followed

Bill's instructions, taking photos and filling out forms. Bill never once

looked at any of her information; after all, she was just someone he was

marrying to complete the task. He didn’t need to know

too much about her.

Today was also the first time they had met!

All he knew was that she would be wearing a

beige coat and carrying a brown backpack at the entrance of the Civil Affairs

Bureau in the northern part of the city. After the registration, he would go to

a meeting. To him, having a wife wouldn’t affect his

work or life in any way.

Juliet suspiciously filled out all the

information, still thinking this was all arranged by her superiors. After all,

Bill had said it was just a formality, meaning it was supposed to look real

enough to fool the suspect. Otherwise, if the suspect knew he was being

followed, it would be difficult to investigate him further. Juliet pretended to

look around the information board, her pupils suddenly contracting as she

spotted the man in the black trench coat staring at her from a corner.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Juliet

realized she had to go through with this marriage for the investigation and her

own safety. She could get a divorce later. She glanced at the corner again—he was still there! She tugged on Bill's sleeve and glanced at the

corner, "Is the marriage certificate ready?"

A red marriage certificate was tossed in

front of her by Bill.

The registration officer, with a

professional smile, congratulated Juliet, "Miss Juliet, Mr. Bill,

congratulations."

Although she felt that this couple didn't

seem very happy, she continued with the process as usual.

Almost as soon as they received the

certificate, Bill stood up to leave. But when he heard the officer say Juliet’s name, he suddenly turned to look at her.

"Juliet? Who’s

Juliet?" Bill asked, confused.

Juliet: "???"

Officer: "???"

Frowning, Bill opened the red certificate

in his hand, and there, in the bride's column, was the name Juliet.

Bill was stunned.

Was Juliet really the woman he was supposed

to marry? Something didn’t seem right!

Just then, his mother called. Bill

answered, and his mother’s voice came through,

"Bill, did you finish the registration with Honey?"

Bill: "Just finished. I’ll talk to you later."

Bill hung up the phone, his expression

changing. After calming himself, he walked back to the registration officer,

handed over the red certificate, and with a darkened face, said,

"Hello, I want a divorce."

Juliet: "..."

The staff member looked at Bill as if he

were out of his mind.

"I married the wrong person! The one I

was supposed to marry isn’t her!" Bill's voice

grew even lower. Juliet, already irritated, couldn't help but laugh in

disbelief.

"Mister, do you not even know who

you're marrying?"

Juliet didn’t

believe him—was he just toying with her? She realized

now that he wasn’t the colleague her superiors had

arranged to meet her. She had rushed because she was anxious about the suspect

discovering she was an undercover cop.

Bill took a deep breath, trying to suppress

his anger as he looked at Juliet.

"And what about you?"

At this point, Bill assumed Juliet was a

gold-digger who knew his identity. How else could she be dressed exactly like

Honey?

Juliet couldn’t

reveal that she was a cop on a mission. Her silence only strengthened Bill’s suspicions.

He decided that no matter what, he needed

to get rid of her as quickly as possible.

"Get me a divorce certificate!"

Bill demanded again. The staff member, looking troubled, replied, "Sir,

according to Country A's laws, there is a one-month cooling-off period for

divorces."

Bill, surrounded by a cloud of anger,

gritted his teeth and said, "I’m a VIP."

Staff member: "VIP status only lets

you skip the line when getting married, but not for divorces! The system can’t be changed."

Juliet was stunned by what she heard.

A month?

And more importantly, she was now a married

woman?

Just as Juliet was at a loss, she suddenly

saw the suspect approaching them.

Juliet quickly grabbed Bill's arm,

pretending to be full of affection as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I'm a cop, on a mission. The man at your eight o'clock is my target!

Please cooperate."

Bill stood still, trying to pull his arm

away, but Juliet, being an outstanding police academy graduate, managed to hold

on. By the time he tried again, the suspect had already turned and left.

Juliet sighed in relief and let go of Bill.

"Juliet! Do you copy? What's the

situation? Your backup is already at the entrance of the Civil Affairs

Bureau."

At that moment, her superior's voice

finally came through her earpiece.

Covering her ear, Juliet replied in a low

voice, "Captain, the suspect just left. Have my backup follow him

directly. No need to wait for me! He should believe me now."

"Understood! You should leave as

well."

"I can’t leave

right now."

"What happened? Are you injured?"

The captain's voice turned anxious.

Juliet replied, "I accidentally got

married just now."

Captain: "..."

The captain naturally didn’t believe Juliet, but she needed time to explain, so she agreed for

now.

While Juliet was talking to herself,

covering her ear, Bill’s patience had finally reached

its limit.

"Are you done with your act?"

With his height and long legs, Bill stood

before her like a wall, enveloping her in his shadow.

Juliet pulled out her badge from her pocket

and held it up to him.

"I really am a police officer!"

She quickly explained how she had mistaken

him for her backup.

Bill looked at her badge, still skeptical,

but she didn’t seem like someone bold enough to

impersonate a government official.

"You..."

"I need to report back and explain

everything! You keep the marriage certificate for now. Give me your phone

number, and I’ll contact you later to sort this

out!"

Juliet, eager to return, asked for Bill’s number.

Bill didn’t want to

give it to her, but realizing he’d need her cooperation

for the divorce, he decided not to burn bridges and gave her one of his private

numbers.

After noting it down, Juliet turned and ran

out, leaving Bill alone in the VIP room, feeling bewildered.